I ain't afraid of no botflies (in a video form, stuck in a stranger's scalp). Reminds me of the maggot scene in The Wasp Factory.
I am afraid of the pro-white group, though. Ick.
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Jesse, I hope Monty gives you much laughter, peace and warmth. Good on ya for rescuing another pup.
Nice cat rescuing stories from Dan and Pat, too.
Most of my animal stories involve terror, like my long-ago cat waking me up at about 4am with a pigeon he'd brought inside that wasn't quite dead yet (and which was flapping blood all over my apartment in its panic) or the little songbird dive-bombing my shin. Hm. I never had a problem with birds till then. I think that's my only real fear (other than, you know, abandonment... or, like, dying a painful death). Bugs, snakes, bats (at least they have the good sense -- i.e. sonar -- to avoid flying into your head, unlike birds), sharks, or whatever other people are afeared of? While I don't go out of my way to hang with 'em, I'm not petrified. The eyeball stuff is just gross out for me (I can force myself to watch eye stuff, but it's extremely unpleasant), but the birds thing is gen-u-ine fear. Ugh.
Speaking of fear, Romero's back with another zombie flick, Survival of the Dead (playing the Midnight Madness Programme of TIFF) and the Zombie Walk organizers have a
special "Director's Edition" one planned for this Saturday.A-dorable.
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