Because every so often here at theteet.blogspot.com, we like to talk about our newly-acquired house. (sorry)
So my strategy thus far has been 187 on bees, spiders, ticks, mice, raccoons (accidentally) and anything else I can get my paws on. Whether in the shower, the car, the corner or the pantry, if you are a living creature weighing less than 10 pounds, I will kill you. Smashing is the most common form of destruction, although reports say vacuuming, washing down the drain, vehicular homicide and poisoning have led to untimely demise in the 6700 block of Possum Street.
As has been said, it’s a good thing Seth and I decided to move out into the country so I can rampage on everything within 50 feet of my house.
So, you people are wise. What do you think? Are we to live in harmony with these beings? Are we to accept the creepy crawlies as they wander through our home, eating from our pantry and hogging the remote? Or are we permitted to act out in such a violent way? We are technically living on their turf now. I know some of you have (unsuccessfully) consulted counsel to draft contracts with the bees, but what about non-compliance?
There is something romantic and Disney-like about taking the life of an animal or something and then slipping into the circle of life for a moment to send the animal’s spirit on to beastly heaven. Does anyone know what I’m talking about here? But instead I find myself reacting with pure hatred … with blood dripping from my hands and a curious bulldog waiting anxiously to eat the carcass.
This is first step towards being mentally capable of raising, loving, slaughtering and eating our first Possum Street steer, by the way.
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