| Jul. 2nd, 2008 @ 09:18 pm Well, I did want to wash the floor... |
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but that wasn't quite how I wanted to do it.
It started when I started filling the sink. I turn around, and the critter has come in with a trophy. It's a bird. It's a live bird.
"Oh, no," I tell him. "You can bring me dead birds, but you are not killing a bird in my house."
I manage to grab the poor thing before the critter can snatch it and mangle it, and take it downstairs, while kitty makes pissy noises from the landing. People fuss and we wonder whether or not the little thing (it's a tiny bird) is going to make it. Finally I come upstairs to get a shoebox for the bird to rest and recuperate in. There's a funny noise in the kitchen...
Holy fuck, I left the water on in the sink! It's overflowing like mad! There's a lake on my kitchen floor! And it's hot!
I manage to turn the water off, and unstop the sink, which, of course, does nothing for the lake on the floor. Thank heavens for neighbors - one of my apartment neighbors had a shop vac. Otherwise I'd sill be trying to mop that shit up with a towel. I mean, it still took ten minutes to get up all that water even with the shop vac.
Never a dull moment, I tell ya. |
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