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So, in the middle of the night, I'm woken up by a cat hissing a loud battle cry, leap out of bed, and damn, I was right... it was squid. As the squid pieces had reconstituted themselves and crawled out of the garbage disposal, the cats had heard the noise, thought it was something they could play with (and maybe break) and decided to attack.

Thankfully, we have the right to keep and bear arms in this country, so I had my legal and unregistered LAW rocket and flamethrower at the ready. The nice thing is that I could use the backwash from the rocket to light a few candles so I'd have light to see by before I started with the flamethrower.

Unfortunately, the rocket missed, and it'll be months while I get whole wheat flour out of every nook and cranny in my home. Do you know what an anti-tank rocket will do to a bag of flour?

I guess I should be happy that I missed; sponging squid off of the walls isn't a lot of fun.

The flamethrower was a bust, unfortunately. Apparently, one of my neighbors posts on Usenet, and drained the sucker when I wasn't looking. I'm not sure it would work; the squid had already been wokked, and a flamethrower might not have seemed all that bad in comparison.

Well, I instructed the cats to flush it out of the kitchen, and they did so, and they got it out into the living room. When its tentacles were focused on the cats (and determining that my exercise bike wasn't edible), I rushed it and smashed it out the porch door, into the front yard. I knew I'd need room.

I was right. In fact, I was right about more than one thing.

The chicken *was* hiding a grenade launcher from me. A fully automatic grenade launcher.

I think we have an uneasy truce at the moment. "Okay, I won't lay any more ambushes with the grenade launcher, and you don't throw any giant sea monsters at me, okay?" It's hard to say. I'm trying to read the note that got shoved under my door, but the handwriting is terrible... chicken scratches, you know?

I don't know if my body is fully recovered yet, but my brain seems to be. Time for me to get to work.

(no subject)

So, in the middle of the night, I'm woken up by a cat hissing a loud battle cry, leap out of bed, and damn, I was right... it was squid. As the squid pieces had reconstituted themselves and crawled out of the garbage disposal, the cats had heard the noise, thought it was something they could play with (and maybe break) and decided to attack.

Thankfully, we have the right to keep and bear arms in this country, so I had my legal and unregistered LAW rocket and flamethrower at the ready. The nice thing is that I could use the backwash from the rocket to light a few candles so I'd have light to see by before I started with the flamethrower.

Unfortunately, the rocket missed, and it'll be months while I get whole wheat flour out of every nook and cranny in my home. Do you know what an anti-tank rocket will do to a bag of flour?

I guess I should be happy that I missed; sponging squid off of the walls isn't a lot of fun.

The flamethrower was a bust, unfortunately. Apparently, one of my neighbors posts on Usenet, and drained the sucker when I wasn't looking. I'm not sure it would work; the squid had already been wokked, and a flamethrower might not have seemed all that bad in comparison.

Well, I instructed the cats to flush it out of the kitchen, and they did so, and they got it out into the living room. When its tentacles were focused on the cats (and determining that my exercise bike wasn't edible), I rushed it and smashed it out the porch door, into the front yard. I knew I'd need room.

I was right. In fact, I was right about more than one thing.

The chicken *was* hiding a grenade launcher from me. A fully automatic grenade launcher.

I think we have an uneasy truce at the moment. "Okay, I won't lay any more ambushes with the grenade launcher, and you don't throw any giant sea monsters at me, okay?" It's hard to say. I'm trying to read the note that got shoved under my door, but the handwriting is terrible... chicken scratches, you know?

I don't know if my body is fully recovered yet, but my brain seems to be. Time for me to get to work.