Saturday, November 01, 2008
This is my kitchen floor, after I picked up all the broken glass and the other contents of the cupboard.
This mess continues around the perimeter of my entire house, with the bathroom, especially the tub, worse, even, than this.
There is spatter up the fronts of the cupboards, almost all the way to the counter.
It's like somebody snuck into my house last night, and filmed a remake of "Carrie," or whatever movie it was in which blood rained down from the ceiling.
I heard some scuffling during the night, but didn't get up, figuring it was the armadillo, and it would go away come morning.
Apparently, the thing tried to get into one of the cupboards, and pulled out a bowl full of miscellaneous shot glasses I had in there, smashing them to smithereens. It then got cut on the broken glass, and, in pain and panic, tore through the house, looking for an escape.
I guess it forgot it came in through the cat door, about twelve feet from the mess it made in the kitchen. It had to run through the entire house before it finally found it and left.
So, now, I've gone from plotting ways to get rid of my unwanted guest, plots involving live traps and relocation, to feeling sorry for it and hoping it is all right.
This is a lot of blood, and it's not tracked, it's these little thin lines, like it was spurting, or something.
I have the kitchen cleaned up, now, but the rest of the house requires another pot of coffee.
I've been giving it treats--whey did it have to make such a mess?