There has been a lot of murders occurring in my house lately. At first I thought…. well, maybe it was just their time, maybe they were just old or sick? But, after the third murder, I couldn’t explain it away anymore. Also, there was the state of the bodies. Almost always the head was completely mutilated, and that just doesn’t happen in natural deaths. I think I have been in denial. I know who the murderer is, but I just didn’t want to face the truth. I thought maybe if I made her happier, more comfortable…. but I think it is time to face the fact that she just plain likes the taste of flesh and there is nothing I can do about. Except hope everyone sleeps with one eye open. I flushed the third victim down the toilet today. *sigh
I want to be mad at her. But who can be mad at an adorable little face like this?
Smart Mouth 