I am so glad that I am so very far away from "Nibbles", the serial killer elephant seal (See pervious post). People, this unnatural phenomena is I think the real sign of the looming apocolypse that I have been expecting every day of my life since I was old enough to understand the concept of Nuclear War. Back then, when I was what, 12(?), I was fairly certain that me and mine were going to go meet our maker flying up towards heaven in a tight formation of tiny atomized bits. Travel arrangements I thought would have been thanks to the USSR...I had no concept of friendly fire at that time.

But let's not talk of such things right now. Let's all turn to the left so we can look out on the big communal meadow in the middle of this mountain I am on and wonder where the llamas are. So much nicer. Yesterday I took a walk around the meadow by myself. I ended up on a dirt path in a depression that sort of felt like the mountain's bellybutton. There was a huge orange cat (domestic, thank god) and a few llamas staring at me through the llama fence. There were a lot of bugs flying around and I could hear small animals having some sort of tea party in the undergrowth. I was excited to realize that probably only half of them were rats.

If I am right, and it is true that Nibbles is just the first in a long line of murderous animals raised on our cast away junk food and ugly clothes from target (perfect apocolyptic henchmen, I think), then I suggest that we would all do well to line ourselves up and appeal to the llamas to be part of what I would imagine to be a more civilized ritual sacrifice. What the details would be for this sacrifice I am not sure. But I promise that I will go down there and ask them today.

Look for a follow up tomorrow.