IN YOUR DREAMS.
I mean seriously, dude, get a grip on reality here. What did I find on my lawn yesterday? A dead rodent. Actually, it was bits, scrapings, remains of a rodent. IN PARTS. Lets just say, I feel for the person how found Judas with his bowels all out. You think the hunger games was bad. Live it.
OK, so I meandered upon ( thankfully not literally, upon,only next to, but still,) a beheaded creature of not-so-unusuall-size. But wait, theres more! Are you excited?
You know nastly horridious desgustilating little cockroaches? I was sitting at my biology class, peering through a microscope at my cheekcells. I was on my chair. I felt a skitter of malicious feet, and I swiped at my leg. I saw it as it slittered from view, still clinging merrily to my shorts. I think I could have screamed. I had to wave my hand for a few moments in Biology Friend's kitchen, and then listen as other Biology Friend got a hammer, and mooshed it on the head. And then talked about it. It was very trowmatic.
Last, but certianly not least, a few weeks ago, I came across a bird. It had departed this life, and I suspect that sinister was at play. Its poor little neck flopped in a broken kind of way as I lifted it carefully in my gloved hands to place its mortal body at rest in a hollow especially for it. As I peered at its delicate feathers ( one hardly ever gets to see a bird so close up) a few red ants walked out of its eye. Lets just say, I buried it with a little less sentimentality as I might have, and haven't gone too near the spot since.
A praying mantis hopped on mother's nose as she sniffed a flower.
The cat's been throwing up.
The guinea pigs are defiantly not potty trained.
Last, but certianly not least, a few weeks ago, I came across a bird. It had departed this life, and I suspect that sinister was at play. Its poor little neck flopped in a broken kind of way as I lifted it carefully in my gloved hands to place its mortal body at rest in a hollow especially for it. As I peered at its delicate feathers ( one hardly ever gets to see a bird so close up) a few red ants walked out of its eye. Lets just say, I buried it with a little less sentimentality as I might have, and haven't gone too near the spot since.
A praying mantis hopped on mother's nose as she sniffed a flower.
The cat's been throwing up.
The guinea pigs are defiantly not potty trained.
How ghastly.
ReplyDeleteWe had a waxeye swoop in the front door the other day and smash directly into the kitchen window. We revived it with sugar water and placed it tenderly on a log, and eventually it flew off: it will probably live, but I don't think it will go to college, poor thing.
And I had to rescue a very large spider from Miles, who was playing with it.
But the only thing that might compare to finding a partial rat was going to see the possum Bnonn shot. It was OK - minimal blood, fresh possum - until he started removing the arrow which was embedded through its front leg, and the broadhead got stuck in the bone, and he had to put his foot on it and pull, and I'm really not sure what happened after that because I left, hastily, but there were SOUNDS. It was revolting.
I KNOW RIGHT! Has Bnonn read the hunger games? Hitting the poor creatures in the eye? Nice an clean. Sort of.
DeleteAll the little intestines were there and some sort of stomach or bowls or something, and a head. The meat was a little bit away. And a foot, or two, with a tail. It wasn't pleasent.
Sounds, I have to say, are extremely revolting.