BELOW ZERO




So the other day I went for lunch at the hospital's diner and I found a HAIR on my plate. How gross is that? I just couldn't eat at all after that, the thought of knowing I had eaten half of the plate kept me awake that day. I wont go there for lunch again for sure, so much for my social relationships. Why is it that I'm always the one that finds gross things in the food, I feel awkward saying to those I'm with I found a hair, because they will probably puke all over me. I remember one time I was eating at this restaurant and while eating I found a cockroach's
leg. I waved goodbye to pasta that time, I don't think I can't ever eat that again. And it was my favorite dish.

So God thought the hair was not enough, cuz he sent a mouse or a rat (don't know what it was) to my world and I can say that yesterday was the first time I KILLED A MOUSE OR A RAT. He ran so fast all around and I got him inside this bowl, I pushed the bowl to the floor before he was completely inside and his leg and tail were outside the bowl, my heart broke when I heard him cry, I hold him there thinking of plans of how to get rid of him, I though I have to be strong, so I came up with some plans:

PLAN A: I would cut his leg and he would probably loose so much blood that he'd die in about 3 minutes. We humans have 5000cc so he must have like 40cc right?
PLAN B: I would put water inside the bowl find something to cover it and wait till he drowns.


It felt so bad but I had to kill him cuz I didn't know if he was a mouse or a middle size rabid unhealthy rat.

So I cut his leg. I waited and he wouldn't bleed, I felt like I was the most horrible Nazi, I deserve to go to hell. He didn't scream much after that, I went to plan B. Last night I couldn't sleep at all, every noise felt like he was back to hunt me. And I so fucking deserve it.

I felt like sharing

Sweet dreams.