scalp burning sharp breath ragged gasping body trembling thrumming oh god the thing, the thing wouldn’t fucking die. it wouldn’t die. cat had it in the kitchen, i cheered him on, go kitty go, get ‘im kitty get ‘im but no. cat got him down by my couch and just. sat. there. frantic panic looking for a box i won’t mind never feeling like touching again. a big one. grabbed some crap software box and told worthless kitty to move over. started pounding on the creature. i am not exaggerating i hit it maybe twenty times HARD and he’s fluttering faster faster and i hit him and i hit him and he’s STILL FUCKING FLUTTERING so i just go apeshit on him i mean BANGBANGBANG x maybe ten or maybe twenty, and finally it’s over. worthless kitty comes to poke at the corpse, i tell worthless kitty to move over so i can take a picture. see worthless kitty’s worthless furry feet there in the picture? yeah, he didn’t move.
oh we’re so getting generic catfood next time.
and i still have to deal with the … the corpse. the gooey, semi-dismembered … oh look! just a wing (the rest seems to have disappeared). (ok, that makes up for it. kitty gets the good stuff. and a saucer of milk too.)
and in other news, apparently a person can bang a box on the floor really loud a bunch of times while vocally panicking, with all the doors wide open, and not wake up mr. whatsisname. good to know, good to know.