I hate nature
Okay, so it’s also Johann’s fault, because he was telling me something and even though I kept trying to walk away, he ignored that and went on talking. So I waited just a few extra seconds, not wanting to be rude, and in that time we lost yet another bird. I probably shouldn’t be writing this right now because all I want to do is curse. It’s all so sordid and pointless sometimes.
There were two canaries inside the cage and two on top. I was keeping a close eye on them, and because it had just got dark enough, I was busy bringing them inside. When I went back outside after Tseep, there was only one canary on top. I shone my torch around the aviary, knowing already… and there was the little body, with its head torn off, just like Jack’s. The %$#&*\ rodent murderer. What is this idiotic charade people so reverently refer to as “Mother Nature”?