You know you’re a real sicko when someone tells you they have bodies in their basement and you don’t even respond to it. I’m not talking you are too shocked to respond, I’m talking you accept the statement as if it’s the most common thing in the world.
I just did. There wasn’t the question of ‘you have bodies in your basement?’ or ‘why do you have bodies in your basement?’ I’m talking no response but merely an acceptance. Do or did I think she really had bodies in her basement? Well I’ve known this lovely young woman a long time and honestly…There could honestly be a few down there.
I’m not saying she would have killed them, although there might be a slim possibility of that, but that she is a crafter and if she thought there was a way she might could use one for something she came up with I wouldn’t put it past her to drag one down there if she saw one out somewhere. She really is a lovely young lady, inside and out, and would do anything for anyone, including turning them into a lovely piece of art. She really is quite talented.
Me on the other hand find them to be too messy and prefer to dispose of them in a much more permanent way. With bodies being so messy running freezers for several of the things can run a utility bill way up. Which reminds me, I didn’t ask her if she was keeping them in freezers, oh well I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.
Understand I’m not saying she actually has bodies in her basement, after all I haven’t seen them, nor am I saying I have done away with any myself. That would just be stupid on my part and I would never want to cause this dear girl any problems. If she is then she is, and you’ll just have to live with it, or not.
Speaking of bodies. My daughter did have two hamsters die on her when she was a teenager in the dead of winter. I’m talking so cold you couldn’t dig a one-inch hole in the ground little on digging down a foot or more to bury anything. Me being me, I wrapped the dear little bodies in appropriate and reverent material, placed them in a lovely little box and stored them in the rafters of the garage to wait until the ground thawed out enough to bury them. I forgot the little dears. For a couple of years to be honest.
Anyway, many years ago I moved not only out of that house but out of that town leaving those little bodies in the rafters of that garage. To this day I wonder if the people who bought the house ever found the little things. If they have, I can only imagine what they must have thought about when they found them and if not, well those little dears should be nothing more than little skeletons at this point even if I did seal them really well.