A freedom shitting death eagle.
He's earned the nickname "The Goat" because he will eat anything that's not himself.
Usually.
For the past two years, the garbage has been seen as a personal buffet and my socks have been crying out in horror.
After coming home from work this week to discover Otis had treated my tool box like a slow simmered pot roast (a sweat soaked hammer? really?), I decided his destruction needs to be documented.
This may be a list, this may be time to time posts, but either way I need to capture the destruction as it happens - because, everyone at work thinks I'm a liar.
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