Apparently I’ve doomed us all. 

In hindsight, it was a mistake to actually perform the Schrodinger’s Cat experiment on my niece’s pet.  After the smoke cleared and I popped the box open, the dead/alive kitty hissed and took a swipe at me.  It took the poison gas personally, I guess.

I’m almost absolutely positive she didn’t break my skin. Yep.  Dead certain.  Er…what I mean is, I’m really, really confident I’m not turning!

But she did make good her escape.  So…that’s it, I think.  It’s begun.  If people haven’t been infected yet, it’s only a matter of time.  Through my window I see squirrels.

They’re looking at me funny.

InstaPundit probably lives about 25 miles from here.  So I guess you guys will shortly know how good his disaster prep really is.  And for what it’s worth…I’m sorry.  My bad. 

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My arm itches.