"Yesterday.0"
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yesterday, I came home from work to find Martial termites had completely eaten the outhouse, leaving a now-lively mound of fecal matter, theirs and mine, in their wake. I wasn't quite sure what was squirming in the mix, but I assumed that if it ate shit, it probably wouldn't find me tasty--considering the facts in reverse from my own point of view--and I had nowhere else to go, so I trudged over and did my business anyway.
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