Chocolate Owls

Rather than doing the physics lab that is due tomorrow, I am rocking out to that Oingo Boingo song about little girls and eating an extra crispy Kit-Kat bar. Unfortunately I’m a doofus and left the candy bar in the sun, which made it melt. Short story shorter, my mouth was completely coated in cheap chocolate, which was not a pleasant feeling.

I’m having one of those super-sappy days where everything feels a lot more emotional to me than it would normally. (Funny-- I’m wearing a shirt with a leopard face on it, and it’s bunched up and in my reflection on the computer screen it looks like the leopard is squishing up the left side of his face in disgust). I just noticed that I got a bunch of chocolate on my shirt. My brand new WWF shirt. Sad.

There was an exploded mouse on the sidewalk near my car when I was walking to class this morning. Seriously, there were it’s whole, furry little hind legs with the tail attached to the spine with intestines all over the place. It took up almost two square feet. There was no heart, no lungs, no liver and no head as far as I was able to tell. People must have thought I was absolutely bonkers, standing over this shredded little rodent. My best guess is that an owl ate it and then dropped the bits it didn’t want. I think this because it was under a light post and the owls near our house really like to sit up there because they are hidden that way.