im so sad.
when i got home, i turned my car around in the driveway, parked and got out. Then i noticed a black cat laying on the woodchips and it looked dead so i freaked out for a second. It then looked up at me with its huge amber eyes and started making this pathetic meowing noise. I then thought i may have hit it with my car, so i came inside and told michelle and adam about it. Adam went out to see it, and apparently he got too close to the cat and it ran underneath my deck. Now there is a poor dying cat underneath my deck, making sad whispy meows... but because it got up and ran i hope i did not hit it... this whole thing is going to depress me if it dies under my deck.
also, on the subject of death, i finally obliterated the White Anglo Saxon Protestants living in my window. I drenched the outside of the window with wasp killer and let it soak all around came inside and then watched the little fuckers fall and die... the queen took the longest to die and i watched it freak out for about two minutes before it joined the other five at the bottom of my window. im not looking forward to cleaning them out.
How is it that one form of death (the kitty) can be so sad and then the other (wasps) can be so fulfilling?
also, on the subject of death, i finally obliterated the White Anglo Saxon Protestants living in my window. I drenched the outside of the window with wasp killer and let it soak all around came inside and then watched the little fuckers fall and die... the queen took the longest to die and i watched it freak out for about two minutes before it joined the other five at the bottom of my window. im not looking forward to cleaning them out.
How is it that one form of death (the kitty) can be so sad and then the other (wasps) can be so fulfilling?