On Monday, one of my housemates pets died
(no... not the cat who cannot clean it's own butt
). A rabbit... named Pumpkin. Housemate very sad, of course. I like pets, especially my own, but rarely get attached to anyone else's, so it didn't rock my world, but I felt for my housemate.
Anywho. She wanted to have a little ceremony and bury it in the backyard. OK. Fine. I can handle that. So we find out that the hole needs to be a minimum of 3 feet deep. Ok, dig. Oops no shovel. Alright. We've got trowels. Dig, dig, dig. This is not going to work.
Borrow from neighbor, fine. We dig. Roots. Well crap. Dig again. Roots again. My arms feel like they're falling off and we haven't even gotten to the final gravesite.
One last option, so we begin to dig. Oops ant colony lives here. Too bad for ant colony. Yikes, I've got ants crawling all over me! Help. Here's a little water to speed you on your way boys!
Dig, dig, dig. Hmm, ground is VERY hard. Let's soften it up with some water. Ok, done. Dig, dig, dig. Wet sticky clay-lilke mud everywhere. Dig, dig, dig. Ugh.
Can someone measure this whole for me? 2 feet. Ok, no problem. Almost there. Dig. Holy crap! Fell into hole. Shoe got sucked off. That's all right. It's just my FAVORITE PAIR OF BIRKENSTOCKS EVER! Mud is everywhere. What's that???!!?? Stupid ants. Give me the creeps. Dig, dig, dig. Ok, we must be there. Measure. 2 feet 2 inches. How is that possible i've been digging forever!!! You can't have measured correctly. Hmm. 2 feet 1 inches. See, I told you... Ugh.
Dig, dig, dig. Can someone bring me a flashlight? Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
2 feet 8 inches. Holy mother of God!! I cannot dig anymore!! I just... I can't... Don't you think this will be ok?? Please?? My arms are noodles. No we don't want the raccoons to tear poor Pumpkin apart. Don't worry. Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig.
Ummm... what do you think if put a layer of heavy rocks over Pumpkin? Dig, dig, dig, dig. Rocks we'll be ok??? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Let's get Pumpkin. He's got rigomortis??? That's ok. Perfectly natural. Do you want me to put him in? OK. Ummm.... he's got rigomortis. I know you told me that already. What I mean is... he's got rigomortis!! He doesn't fit in the hole. No. I'm pretty sure we can't put him in upright. That sort of negates the 3 foot rule.
No I can not dig. I physically no longer able to dig. Yes, I've run a marathon, I've finished a 1/2 IM. But I cannot dig another scoop of dirt out of this too narrow whole. Umm. Can we... squish him in??
Just a little??
I promise you, Pumpkin won't mind. Push, push, PUSH. Ok.
Flowers, poem, pray for Pumpkin's owner, list of 10 good things about Pumpkin. Tears.
Rocks, dirt, dirt, dirt. How is it possible that a hole that took 2 hours to dig can be filled in in under 30 seconds. It just seems wrong.
Sigh. Pet to human ratio has fallen from 4:4 to 3:4.
R.I.P.
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