there are cats or foxes or hellhounds fighting right outside my door. i know i am bigger than them (unless they are hellhounds) and that I have things like buckets of water, power tools and heavy objects with which to defend myself, yet instead of going outside to break them up, I have double locked my doors and am retiring to bed with a valium and my hands clamped well over my ears.


yes i am a coward. yes I'm ok with that.