I hope that you guys have some fun stories about laying out by the pool and eating great BBQ this weekend because I’ve decided to spend my day having panic attacks.
Up until a few minutes ago, there was no rhyme or reason for my panic attacks other than I’ve been having them a lot lately which causes me to not be able to eat properly which in turn causes more panic attacks.
I did manage to get the trash out to the street just now. Banjo was in the backyard when I rolled the bin to the street and he did not come to the gate to see what was going on. That was odd.
So I come in the house and go to the back door to call Banjo.
And he was very occupied.
He was killing something. Either a squirrel or a large rat. I have no idea I was hyperventilating. He did not want to leave it alone and it was all I could do to get him in the house.
So now what the fuck do I do? There is something dead or dying in the back yard. My solution of never going into the backyard again is not feasible. I’m freaking out.
Please leave some sort of solution in comments. Or some really fun stories about your weekend to distract me while I breathe into this paper bag.