I Think I'm Going to Puke

I think it isn't a surprise to any of you that I have some pretty serious anxiety problems as well as significant obsessive compulsive tendencies. These conditions are directly related to my stress/happiness level. They've gotten pretty bad lately. Adding to these issues is the amount of vermin and pestilence I've had to deal with.

First of all, I have these prehistoric sized crickets that have invaded my kitchen and bathroom. I have found three so far in my shower after I have already disrobed. They jump really high and completely creep me out. I found another one drowned in a container of water I left in my kitchen. I generally try to catch bugs and put them back outside but I've kind of reached my limit. They're really too big to squash though. I can only imagine the sound and smear one of them would make. Ugh. The other day I found another one on my kitchen floor. I decided to spray it. It crawled underneath my freezer to so I just sprayed all around and underneath the freezer. Since I don't usually kill bugs I guess I didn't really realize how long it would take for it to die. After about half an hour it came limping back out onto the floor draging its pathetic immobilized back legs. I sprayed it some more and it turned over on its back flailing its legs. The most disgusting thing was that I could hear its mouth open and close making a little smacking noise. This happened several days ago but I'm still repulsed. Eventually it was almost dead but still flailing so I scooped it up in a paper towel and threw it away.

Second of all, I got to the cabin today and saw some kind of dead animal in the driveway. It was a rabbit with the fur from its backside removed. Pretty disgusting. I went inside and told Mom just to see what she wanted me to do. She told me to not let Sophie out and throw it in the woods. I threw it in the woods and then let Sophie out. I didn't really figure Mom wanted the dog kept in the house until the rabbit decomposed. About an hour later Sophie was barking to be let in so I went to the door and looked out only to see the rabbit there again. Only this time, more fur was gone its spine was sticking out and I think its kidneys were strewn onto the walkway. I threw up in my mouth a little bit. I called Dad and told me to put it in a bag. I told him I didn't think I could do that so he said to leave it and he would figure something out when he got home. I saw Sophie and her beard was all red/brown. It's always discolored so it is hard to say whether or not it was from the rabbit or not. After I thought about it for a little while I felt bad leaving it for Dad since he works a lot harder than I do and I'm kind of supposed to do the stuff at the house that he doesn't have time for or just doesn't want to do. I donned my surgical gloves and tied Sophie up without touching her fur. I then tried to somehow scoop the rabbit carcass with a snow shovel and trash bag. I've kind of blocked that out from my memory, but I do know it took a lot longer than I would have liked. There were flies buzzing all around my head. I finally got it bagged but the kidneys were still there. I sprayed them off of the deck with the hose and then sprayed Sophie down. I'm pretty sure that will piss Mom off but I'm not entirely sure I care.

I'm never doing that again.