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.
My arm itches.