I-guana. I like bats, but oh 25% of them are sposed to be rabid here.
Yikes. Rabies, I don't need. I was once tested for feline leukemia, remember? And cat-scratch fever and yadda yadda yadda, which it turns out I have.
(Dash and I want to fall from the sky on to Elaine Bennis. Not at the same time, but if it had to be, okay.)
I would like to be rid of disease and pain?
I look upon that as a strange existence now.
NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING.
YAH RIGHT.
I INTEND TO COMPLAIN SMORE.
Thank you.
Anyway, uhm, what was I thinking. Oh, we had a bat in the upstsairs, The ceilings are lower up there and he was flying ALL OVER the place and scaring the heck out of both of us. Right at your head he flies, around in a circle fast. He kept falling on the bed and rolling around. That's when you're not sposed to pick him up.
Q: How are you supposed to catch him?
Then the water heater or something broke.
If you're ever sitting in your chair?
Enjoy it.
That's what I think. |
