attack of the not-so-friendly creatures
every weekend i feel guilty im busy; every other day im not busy, i wonder and feel doubly guilty. sometimes, when the resident lizard thinks everyone is asleep and its safe to come out of its hiding and breeding area, i chase it for no reason. not for fun, not for amusement. but for no reason. i just walk after it, watching it scrambling under the piano and out , only to realise its in the open cold desert of my living room, where no furniture provide shelter and protection from its bored pursuer.
then a sudden bump into anything might trigger off its shock-nerve and it leaves it's tail in its trail.
arachnophibes (or whatever you call them) have no chance though. i just take a swipe at it before it creates more webs anywhere.
the worst of them creatures would have to be the neighbourhood crow.
more irritating than the average joe bangla, it flies into your kitchen through your under-grilled window and heads straight for the rubbish bin or chicken wings left in the open. its peak operational time would be between 4-6pm. sometimes, it comes in when it hears the piano playing. perhaps the ruckus provides some sort of tempo and momentum to its flight.
sometimes, it litters your home just like you litter theirs. really. they'll bring in leftover bones from god knows which animal and drop it infront of the toilet entrance. i wish i had a shot gun to disembowel each and every one of them crows, or an electrified window grill so them crows can be fried birds on the ground flood.
then theres the mum. but we wont go on for now.
then a sudden bump into anything might trigger off its shock-nerve and it leaves it's tail in its trail.
arachnophibes (or whatever you call them) have no chance though. i just take a swipe at it before it creates more webs anywhere.
the worst of them creatures would have to be the neighbourhood crow.
more irritating than the average joe bangla, it flies into your kitchen through your under-grilled window and heads straight for the rubbish bin or chicken wings left in the open. its peak operational time would be between 4-6pm. sometimes, it comes in when it hears the piano playing. perhaps the ruckus provides some sort of tempo and momentum to its flight.
sometimes, it litters your home just like you litter theirs. really. they'll bring in leftover bones from god knows which animal and drop it infront of the toilet entrance. i wish i had a shot gun to disembowel each and every one of them crows, or an electrified window grill so them crows can be fried birds on the ground flood.
then theres the mum. but we wont go on for now.
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