Vampires in New Zealand,
more typical cannibals in Russia. Felices!
There's not much to report from the mundane parts of life. It's hard to tell whether my grapefruit tree is alive or dead. It's not sprouting or anything like it was last spring. My Free Comic Book Day haul was lovely. I made friends with a black cat down the road. I went "It's a kitty!" and scratched its head and later that night when my eyes started to swell shut I said, "Oh, right. Kitties are poison," and had to go to bed. This is why I keep turtles: the worst thing they can give me is salmonella. And at this point I reckon I'm more or less immune.