You know what that look is for...
Incoming parsley, freakout in 3...2...1...
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BHV: No Samosa, you help yourself to all the snacks in my pocket, why would I mind? [sigh]
Too easy to get distracted staring at those nomming little chompers. Not sure I've left enough time and parsley to escape. Oh well, the peace was nice while it lasted...
This photo is from a few weeks back, I believe I am just out of shot to the left getting mildly chomped. That said, out of me and Valentino, I'm still not sure I got the worst end of this deal...
I have decided to give in to what I believe was Samosa's plan all along - the only sure-fire way to avoid a good chompin' from those teefs is to be super-quick stuffing snacks in their way.
What do we fear the most?
A terror that confronts us head on, one that we can see and maybe even rationalise?
Or is it the unknown creature, with terrifying teeth, that lurks in the darkness?
My heart skips a beat as I pass the shadows, imagination battling feverishly against any sense of reason. My pace quickens. Did I just see something move? A shape? A...thing? Now my pulse pounds in my temple, my heartbeat thunders in my chest. But...is there even anything there?
No longer can I take the sense of not knowing. I stop. I reach out a trembling hand, slowly towards the blackness...
Stay safe, people.