biscayne

Well I had a spectacular journal entry planned, with whimsical tales of unemployment and grandiose ideas of a hot rod shop for all to enjoy when I noticed the dogs acting stranger than usual. It was then that I noticed somthing I had not experianced before, there was a creature in my house. The summer months in the woods brings many beasts out into sight, and with the windows open, who knows what will sneak in. I have an electric fly-swatter to fend off the mosquitos, moths and such, and a shotgun for the bears coyote, and Mormons, but what tool do I fetch to defend myself from a true beast, a blood sucking carnivore, that has found its way into my room via open window/box fan? perhaps .........

.............mabey, but to confront this creature I needed more than steel, I needed true grit. I was going in mano y mano! I stormed the room and took my lion stance and as if it had been waiting for me he lunged, straight for my jugular! I faked right and swept left to avoid the fatal blow, realizing that the bastard was real, and real fast! With my cat like reflexes I was able to out manouver him, wearing him down, or so I thought........it's resilience was amazing. Pausing only to size me up and taunt me. It was time for plan B, I nonchalantly fashioned a net out of a bath towel...........I was going to capture the beast! The battle dance was on once again, this time I got the jump on him, with cat calling, and some fancy footwork I was able to stun him. I sensed admiration from this ferocious opponent, I had broken his will..........like a cheetah on an antelope I sprang across the room and in the midst of my barrel roll I snatched him out of thin air.......with my teeth.......I am the survivor! rooooaaaawwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!