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“the stars are so big, i am so small”… the ballad of wee pink chickees

squee suicide

to celebrate easter, i bought some cute little pink chicks. they are tiny and puffy and extremely squeeeee inducing.

see?

i should have put my finger or a pencil in the picture for scale. but
to give you an idea, each chickee is the size of my fingertip. and i
don’t have man hands, ya’ll.

again, SQUEEEE!!

so, there were three wee ones living on the top of my monitor at work. their
feet were bonded together by a strip of cardboard, which some may
consider cruel and unusual. but they seemed happy to me…

until…

they attempted suicide. all three of them. together. sort of like the sisters in “the virgin suicides” except less blonde.

the three chickees took a FLYING LEAP off of my monitor and landed… in my cup of water.

SPLOSH!

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

horrified, i frantically fished them out and then dried them off.

since chickens are lipless, i did not attempt CPR.

but i did apologize for the way i had treated them. and i promised them
a better life on top of my monitor. i comforted them with ideas of
stability & security and then taped the cardboard down. firmly.

still… i think the experience has left them deeply scarred.

i can’t tell if they’ve developed an eating disorder or secretly formed a punk band.