Friday, December 02, 2005

entropy monkeys

So, I have a newish dog who has separation anxiety. That means that I can't leave him alone in the house because... well... experience tells me so. It's a long story, but it ended with him eating my kitchen door. Anyway, now every time I leave the house I have to leave the dogs in the garage. Then, when I come home I have a new pile of debris that I have to clean up, figure out where it came from, and determine whether or not I have to replace it... like the shredded pile of dryer sheets...

The last time I came home, I found a little pile of tiny "barrel full o' monkeys" monkeys. I have NO idea where they came from, but for a half a second I could only imagine that Wyle E chewed up some red plastic and vomited up the monkeys whole, violating every law of entropy of the universe.


It was very weird... but now I have a little pile of tiny monkeys... cool.

1 comment:

Dan B said...

which ended up arranged in the form of the first lines of Hamlet...