Wednesday, April 26, 2006
  "what died in here?"

that's what i asked myself when i walked in my room last evening when i got a whiff of the air.

i chalked it up to the no-a/c-on-yet and the fact that i have a window fan blowing in air from the outside; there must be something stinky out there, i figured.

i turned my ceiling fan on and laid down to nap.

a nap turned into a 5-hour mini-coma. when i woke up, the smell was better but it was still there. on top of that, i realized it was a smell i should be able to place but couldn't.

i started trying to figure out what it could be.

when i first got wailey, he had to live in the house for two weeks until i was able to get the enclosure built outside. he ate from a plate under my bed, placed on newspaper. he pooped twice but both times i found it and cleaned it up thoroughly.

i started wondering if maybe i missed something. maybe some lettuce/fruit mixture had been shoved off the plate into a place i couldn't see. maybe i missed a poop. it'd be strange it was smelling worse over time, but who knows..

so, i got on my knees and lifted the bedskirt. there, on the newspaper, was a small pile of something. "aha! mystery solved!" i thought. i pulled the newspaper out to see what the heck it was, expecting a pile of lettuce or something along those lines.

instead, i got a rodent. a long-dead rodent. in the process of being tended to by a squirmy gaggle of nature's undertaker, the baby fly. if you know what i mean.

i honestly wanted to cry. it was one of those run-out-of-the-room-and-never-come-back moments. unfortunately, it being 3 a.m., i figured catching a flight to rio would pose a challenge. also, i have no passport. so i had to face the problem: close the newspaper while trying to not look, run it outside, set it next to the compost heap, and hope to god balu would know what to do with it today.

so, yeah, i love the cats. i mean, the carcasses of lizards scattered across the patio outside is bad enough. but at least i see those, or at least know they're there when i step on them (ugh!). but bringing a dead mammal into my house and stashing it somewhere i never look? totally. not. cool. i'd prefer the underside of my bed never again becomes an insect nursery/cafe. agggggh.


Reminds of when I came home Sunday night and there was a dead mouse in the hallway of my apartment complex.
YUCK! That's reeeally bad! Hope it's aired out by now!
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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