Nayla goes out in the backyard and eats something that clearly had been dead one day too long to be digestible. So for the next few days, I can’t walk anywhere in my house without first looking down for barf on the floor. The poop… little puddles all over the house… were easily traceable by smell.
I felt so sorry for her. She wouldn’t eat anything. Just wanted to hide in a corner and sleep. Looked so pathetic. And then one day, she woke up and decided to eat. Guess she decided life was worth living again.
And what was the first thing she did? She went outside to drag the rest of the carcass in so she could snack on it at leisure.
Did she think that it was a fluke that it made her so sick the first time so she decided to give it a second try? Did she decide it was so good it was worth the pain? Or was she just too clueless to make the connection?
Inquiring minds want to know…
Dave says:
She didn’t share?