Friday, March 04, 2011
The Taming of the Shrew
In the morning he dimly recalled his strange dream, which he confirmed to be reality when he discovered the bite mark on his foot. Since the bat could not be recovered, there was nothing to do but to submit himself to the numerous and painful battery of rabies shots.
As long as Kiki's killing spree continues, I'll be careful not to go barefoot when I get out of bed. As a double protection measure, I'll refrain from disposing of any bodies until I am fully awake.
That's probably a good idea anyway, as I think my son has plans for any future rodent corpses. He heard that tiny critters can be freeze-dried by taxidermists, and somewhere he got the idea of saving little dead mice and what-not, and having them mounted in attitudes of suspended horror, much as they might have appeared in their final moments, just when Kiki surprised them. I'll be sure to post pictures...