I was sitting at our local overpriced and wildly underwhelming Chinese restaurant, and Animal Planet was on in the background. It featured the designer who re-did spaces to exclusively cater to pets. One was about parrots, and the next was about a menagerie of animals and included an elaborate cage/tunnel system for the ferrets running all over the place (and IMHO they freaking stink and I would never want them shitting around my house.)
But then I suddenly remembered this woman I worked with, and she would talk about her ferrets all day. At the time, she had recently adopted three but one had developed a cold. I felt bad for her at first, and listened to her talk about how when it developed “a death rattle cough,” she knew it was the end. Then she proceeded to tell me that every ferret she had ever had, she took an impression of its foot in a mold and had them displayed around the house. I asked her what she did when they died, and she told me that they had each been cremated and kept organized in little shoe boxes, until she and her husband passed away so all their ashes could be mixed together. Hearing this, I felt a little relieved they had been cremated, because I started to have images of her house filled with taxidermied ferrets posed in different ways wearing little outfits. It seemed plausible with her. I would of. Unable to stop myself, I asked how many ferrets had currently departed for the great ferret hole in the sky. She said 32.
I shared this with our bar tender, and he said “Yeah. I get it. When I was a kid, my mom decided she was going to try and breed chinchillas. Unfortunately it didn’t work out, and they all died, and she figured she could have them used to make a pillow or something. But then she never got around to it, and we had three dead chinchillas in our freezer from the time I was in middle school to college. They were in there for a solid decade before my dad told her to either make her damn pillow or he was going to get rid of them himself. After that there was finally space in the freezer again. She never tried to breed them again though.”
I realized I’ve been selling myself short on creative possibilities recently, and am thinking of getting on board with the save-reuse-recycle movement. The possibilities are endless, I just need to go clear some freezer space.
Jason: I kind of want to let Henry off the leash in front of all these geese and see what happens.
Me: I kind of do too, except they’re like 5 times the size of him. They’ll break his neck.
Jason lets Henry off the leash. Henry gets close and geese start hissing and flapping their wings. Henry backs off terrified.
Me: Huh. Well now we know. Look at that one over there sitting by himself in the bushes. He’s got feathers all over his beak and isn’t moving. Do you think he’s sick?
Jason: He’s probably just cooling off. Look, he’s panting. Geese pant to cool off.
Me: But what if something’s wrong with him? The feathers make him look like he’s rabid. Is there such thing as rabid goose syndrome? Is this something we have to worry about? Or maybe he’s biding his time until we get closer to the lake and he can box us in and shoo us to our untimely demise. We’re much weaker in the water.
Jason: No, I don’t think geese can have rabies.
Me: Ok, because having a flock of rabid geese chasing us through the park to the car is the last thing I want right now. Those squirrels over there are huge and menacing. They probably team up with the geese to take down passers-by and mug them. I can see that big fat brown one giving me the side eye. Thug. And there’s goose shit everywhere and Henry lunges for it every chance he gets. We would have to abandon Wookie to save ourselves. And Henry too. We’d never make it out otherwise.
Henry grabs a huge mouthful of goose poop and gleefully throws it into the air
Me: See? Lets go back to the car before the goose apocalypse starts.
Jason: Huh. Well, for Henry goose poop is probably a delicacy. You know how much he likes horse shit. “Feces a la vert.” It’s more French than French.
Me: I’m going back to the car. Henry can ride in your lap.
Our condo complex is situated so the four condos on either side face each other under a roofed atrium. The downside of this (or upside) is that each interior bedroom window faces out to the atrium, and consequently all the other bedroom windows. Generally, most of those windows have blinds that are drawn at all times. There is some sunlight and a breeze that makes it through the top of the atrium, so periodically I open all our blinds and windows to defunk our condo from dog.
Our neighbors across the way were a young couple, who had only purchased the place a few months back. Their first roommate didn’t work out because her dog barked too much, and for a while that interior room was unoccupied. Several weeks ago we noticed a new girl taking their Border Collie out for walks, so we assumed she was a new roommate and didn’t think much of it. We never met her, aside from small talk in passing. The owners mentioned that they were heading out for the summer and that someone else would be renting the entire place from them for a few months, and they would be leaving shortly.
A few days after we learned this, I was closing up for the night and went into the guest bedroom to close the blinds. I noticed that the blinds across the way were mostly open with really bright lights on. All of a sudden, the girl we didn’t really know strutted forward and ripped off her jacket bearing her breasts as she did some kind of twirl. At first, I thought, Oh Shit! She’s entertaining! Close the blinds!Until I realized that there was nobody else with her. She began adjusting the lights in her room, and what I realized was a camera on top of her computer. Now, if I was a wholesome, decent person, I would have looked away and shut the blinds. But I’m not. The first thing I did was whisper-yell “JASON, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! OUR NEIGHBOR IS ONE OF THOSE LIVE CAM SEX GIRLS AND IT’S SHOWTIME! Boobies for days!!!” (after I switched off all our lights and hid to the side of the window.) I’m also pretty sure that’s the fastest I’ve seen Jason move in my life.
For the next 20 minutes or so we watched as she braced herself against the back of her headboard, smacked her ass, and pulled the biggest black dildo I have ever seen out of nowhere. (Nowhere?) This clearly wasn’t her first rodeo. Do the owners know how she gets her rent money or about her studio? Because if they do I have more questions. After watching much more aerial leg movement, I went to bed, and Jason said a few hours later she was still going strong. As it happened, next day was move out day, and we never saw her again. On the upside, it did save me from running into her again with the dogs, because I really don’t think I would be able to resist asking how her dildo collection was doing. It’s been disappointingly quiet here since then.