I woke up with a chipmunk in the house.
And no: that's not a metaphor.
Short story: I left the door open all night. I opened my bedroom door. There was a creature the size of my fist, sitting in the center of the floor, staring wide-eyed up at me and holding something clenched between his forepaws. I twitched. He scampered out the door.
Bizarre.
I also made my way halfway down the mountain, intending to go to Fresno and get my TB test, then turned around when a bout of panic swept over me due to my consideration of the impending encounter with a doctor.
Now, I'm eating my feelings, popping Poptarts into my mouth, and listening to soothing piano tracks.
I should really get over this doctor thing or I'm going to die without ever knowing I'm sick.
2 comments:
i always wanted a pet squirrel....
As did I, until I saw the recent Willy Wonka and got afraid it would get its minions to overtake me in my sleep and drop me down a large garbage chute.
Needless to say, I slept with the door CLOSED last night. And dead bolted, in case they grow opposible (sp?) thumbs.
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