To all whom I’ve managed to offend, piss off, antagonize, and otherwise singe fully with my firey feathery wings in this last year (‘ware the embrace of the Bird–she’ll fry you), you can rest assured that tonight the fates are avenging you.
Can’t sleep and am in a world of misery with marks of Missouris flora and fauna all over me.
I will never…ever…go walking in dense brush in unknown back woods without first understanding what’s lurking in said woods and preparing accordingly ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER again.
Cross my firey little bug-bitten heart.
(Yo, bugs! ‘scuse me, you want fries with that?)
