So I am like 3/4 into Dreamland when my hand lands on something clammy. Ugh, the cats must have thrown up next to my pillow, I think.
Nope.
I turn on the light. There’s the belly up, bloody, eyeless, half gutted cadaver of a gecko…
I gotta go to sleep with that image in my brain and the feel in my hands…
C’mon, you’d know if it was cat vomit: It would still be warm…
Not if it was a while ago. I was asleep!!!
I have also figured out why these idjits are so lethal: teamwork. I got them an extra large play stick with a feather at the end. I realized two of them coordinate to stalk it from two different directions, one from under, the other from above for example, while the others cover the perimeter.
The bodies keep piling up and it is just the beginning of summer.