you can take the girl out of the city ...
... i am poking fun at myself here. this is me being funny, ok ? ;)
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i agreed to mind pets during a neighbours’ holiday.
it was later explained that these “pets” were two hundred juvenile frogs.
i somehow failed to make my revulsion sufficiently clear to my neighbour.
i had to DO it !
i !
i, with my twin fears of hundreds of anything and natural aversion to mucus of all kinds.
i, with my inbuilt mistrust of anything involving “nature”.
i babysat frogs.
i am a sydney girl.
stuff happens there. (albeit, usually not to me).
for 33 years my idea “roughing it” was being forced to survive sans hairdryer or coffee for a half-hour whilst the power was off during renovations.
when we arrived last year in a tiny village on the north coast of nsw, i discovered, to my dismay, that i was not perfectly suited to the “country” life.
i was, in fact, not even remotely suited to the country life.
i did not adapt to my new environment in the stylish way i had hoped.
my adjustment phase lacked charm of any kind.
i did not wake cheerful with the birds at the start of each day.
i instead lay awake many mornings plotting to kill the birds and their ceaseless fucking squawking.
there was a mouse in my kitchen.
(the mere fact of this alone would have been enough).
i did not handle the rodent palaver in an adult way.
i opted rather to hurl myself across the room in a most undignified and unbecoming way.
like some sort of freak, really.
needless to say, i did not at first enjoy the “wildlife” aspect of my new home.
since the removal of the mouse, however, i am restored at least to sanity. for the moment