scamdog

I'm really not sure what it is any more.

The soft screaching was easily muffled by an extra pair of boxer shorts, but after a long, arduous day at work, made even more uncomfortable by this malevolent boil, I found that the fabric had actually been chewed right through. Christ! The thing has teeth!

I'm compelled to feed it, sharing the salsbury steak from my Swanson's tv dinner, even letting it have some of the peach cobbler. I swear, I even saw it eyeing my can of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Well, maybe eyeing isn't the right term, since it doesn't appear to have eyes... yet, but it is definitely aware of what's going on around it.

As I tried to sleep last night it began keening ever so faintly at odd hours. My dog refuses to come in the house and snarls at me whenever I approach. I think I may be going mad.

Tomorrow I will talk to Cletus. He'll know what to do.