I guess it had to happen sooner or later.
I went to cave #2 after dark to rid myself of some unwanted rat and I thought I had accomplished just that before leaving.
However, after I started back, I found the dearly departed rat poop in the back of my robe. I had forgotten I had had to put on a second robe during the present cold spell.
I finally decided to just strip and set the whole thing on fire and check my cedar chest for a clean robe.
Bush is not so dumb. He leaves me out here while he's headed for a new home in Dallas.
My whole tasting system is shot. I actually now love hot lizard tails. I'd take them over hot wings anytime. I think I even prefer them to barbecued goat.
If I wasn't warped, as the western world proclaimed, when I got here, I am now.
I hear another fight...