The Green

After reading Aimee’s most recent entry, I really thought I was going to be sick. For those of you who know me, you know the incredible fear and disgust I experience when it comes to rodents of any kind. I am the one who screams, “Tree Rat! Tree Rat!” when a squirrel scurries (that word even creeps me out) by. My friends from Huntingdon College know what it’s like to walk across campus and to hear the rustling of leaves and the crackling of tree limbs as those disgusting little rats scurry all around you. It’s like they are coming to get you. It creeps me out just thinking about it! I went on a couple of dates with a guy who had a pet squirrel…too weird for me. We were at a party at his house, and he had it out and it jumped on my friend’s head. I thought she would die; I thought I would die for her. Aimee talked about opossums…those really are one of THE most disgusting life forms I have ever seen. I try to avoid hitting them just because the idea of my car touching them makes me sick. So, I’m wondering, what is the purpose of all of these aforementioned animals? They are not cute, they carry diseases, and they make me sick. Of course, I must also print my disclaimer that no animals were harmed or will be harmed by me purposely. I will try my best to avoid hitting them with my car for two reasons: I don’t want to kill anything, and I don’t want rat guts on my car!

P.S. I hate morning radio personalities! I spent 15 of my 20 minute drive to work this morning flipping through all 8 channels which were playing nothing but talk and my “favorite” overplayed song by Three Doors Down. By the time I got to work, I was on the verge of screaming, “Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!!!!!” Those who know me and love me are aware of my charming personality first thing in the morning, so you know I’m serious when I say I was just about to lose it.

One Response to “The Green”

  1. Brandon Saxman Says:

    Ah, lovely Huntingdon College. Home of the many condemned but still occupied buildings. Did Ligon ever get renovated? Is my brother Tommy still supposedly haunting the green (he always did spook the rats out there). Remember the old phrase “its a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.” Well, that is the life’s purpose of the rat and the opposum. Bottom feeders, nature’s garbage men, midnight snack of the barn owl, breakfast of the backwood’s redneck…the many uses of these animals. Or maybe their only reason for existance is to scare the holy hell out of some pretty sophomore lady hawk at Huntingdon as she walks down the Green to the Del-Champs.
    This will do little to change the minds of the lovely ladies, Carol and Aimee, but I had to try.
    Brandon (your DJ friend – care to guess what I’m gonna write on next?)