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lochnessmoron
Alright, sorry to drag on this conversation in a search thread, but I think I need to do some explaining. I woke up to a crash of thunder, and obviously wasn't happy about it. My sister barged in five minutes later, screeched something, and ran back downstairs. Of course, I got dressed, and while going down the stairs, my cat, Opossum, who is scared of storms, tore down the stairs screeching, scaring me. I lost my balance, fell on my little bum, and took an unfortunate slide down the the stairs. It sounded something like, "RAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUWWR!" *
THUNK!* "SH#T!" *thud thud thud thudthudthudThudTHUDTHUD
THUDTHUDTHUD THUNK* "
YOU'RE ADOPTED!"
So, by the time I got up and rubbed the ache out of my poor butt, the cat was gone and I still had to find my sister. So I searched the house, and when I found nothing, I glanced out at the patio and TADAAAA. There she is, holding SOMETHING.
So I go outside, and she screams "NO!"
Cue me falling on my poor butt again. Turns out, exactly where I was going to put my boot down THERE WAS A NEWBORN KITTEN. ON MY PATIO. IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORM. WITH ABSOLUTELY NO SHELTER. GREAT.
So I let her take care of them and find someplace for them and their mom to sleep with shelter as I go take care of the chores. Right as I step from the patio, "BOOM" *flash of light*
rain starts coming down in sheets.
So I make a run for the barn, grab the chicken feed and try to rush the chores as best I can. I let the chickens out and fed the ducks, took care of the rabbit blah blah blah, and just as I'm running to get back inside, I make the unfortunate mistake of running. The cats get upset when I run, and try to run with me. Or behind me. Or directly in front of me. So a cat jumps right in front of my foot, and I tried to step over it, but it kept getting under my foot in the span of half a second. My foot goes out to far in my attempt to avoid the cat, and *THUD*
Yep. I am once again on the ground. In the mud. I narrowly avoid eating it.
So now, I get up, hands and knees caked in mud. I step inside, take my boots off, wash my hands and go change. In a few minutes I'm back downstairs and starving, so I go rooting through the fridge when something on the counter catches my eye. A crockpot.
Now, I don't remember eating anything that requires a crockpot in the past couple of weeks, so I take a look at it. There's rice or something on the lid, and out of curiosity, I open it.
The second I do, I am PUNCHED IN THE FACE by this UNHOLY STENCH. Inside, there ae the molding remains of a chicken, and the rice on the lid? MAGGOTS. THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF F!@#!#!##$ING MAGGOTS IN THIS UNDULATING MASS.
Revulsion, retching, bending over the garbage bin. I didn't end up hurling, but by god that was the most disgusting thing I have seen in years.
So yeah. That about sums up my morning. I could tell you more, but I think I've bugged you enough. Anyway, thanks for listening to my rambling, and I hope you never have a day like this~
