bloody hell. roomie picked death-traps for the house-guests. enticed them with peanut butter. but she's never home to count the bodies. this second victim met his fate while i was down-stairs, having spent much of the afternoon packing away dry goods, and vacuuming mouse-poo from the kitchen shelves. i came upstairs for other purposes to find him trapped, but alive, bleeding and screaming beneath the wire. so in the end another met his end, but this time at my hand - my tiny hammer, like maxwell's did him in.
it was the dog in the guyanese jungle that i was thinking of (half-skulled, brains exposed and writhing with new life), who begged me with his eyes to put him out of his misery (i didn't then have it in me, i regret it to this day).
thanksgiving is for turkeys.
2.10.07
westward i have traveled
let's see. since may i have: had my nose adjusted by a well-meaning 'drop-it-like-it's-hot' collision; flown kites with my male relations; graduated (again); moved no-one-died-but-i've-inherited-them-anyways pieces of massive, heavy furniture; performed another tremendous purge; eaten just one last time, and then again one last time at cambodiana; strolled through kensignton market; taken courses on 'saving lives' and 'catching babies'; purchased a practical and staid little blue car and fitted it with a roof-rack; driven over 4,000 km (through northern ontario, southern manitoba, sounthern saskatchewan, southern AND middle alberta) with an old friend to reach my current (re)location -- kelowna, bc; splashed and swum in my new lake; bounced on a trampoline; visited wineries; picked cherries; eaten goats cheese in spades; canned: cherries, peaches, peach chutney, apricot jam, pickles, tomato lemon conserve, salsa, hot peppers, and now apple butter; played (hooray) soccer again; suffered from sternal rub injuries; bought my cross-country skiis in quiet protest against the down-hill culture i'm imbibing; been sleepless; slept lots.
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