last evening i went out to do my laundry in the garage only to discover a dead lizard on the floor. i was immediately struck by the obvious creulty to this poor deceased reptile being left to lie ignonimously on the cold ground. resolving to do something about it, i put my clothes in the washer and promptly forgot.
several hours later while going out to transfer the 2nd load to the dryer, i remembered the lizard. upon opening the door to the garage i startled a raccoon at the water bowl. closer inspection revealed the lizard in the water bowl. his neck was folded down upon his stomach as though someone were using him to wrap a very small present secreted in his adam’s apple. this, it occurred to me, was even worse than the previous situation in which i had done nothing.
unfortunately i got distracted by the adorable pointy chin of fuck-face as i hand fed him kitty treats (defying all logic–flavored chicken & cheese in the shape of a mouse.)
it’s now much later that i remember the lizard at all. and at this point–what is the point? karmically speaking i’ve probably already regressed into the negative for my consistant avoidal of the (disgusting) situation. most likely the lizard will get to come back as a bird or something, whereas i will be lucky to attain lizard status myself.