You go along just fine minding your own business for years, trying not to make any waves (well maybe a few) only to wake up one day with a huge elephant s(h)itting in your living room. As if the elephant and it’s by-products aren’t enough you find that your rock-solid concrete slab has been replace with a floor made entirely of egg shells.
Unfortunately, I did what most people do and I reacted on emotion rather than logic. A word to the wise and dim-witted alike here; never startled an elephant who has taken up residence in your living room, the results can be quite catastrophic and costly. Had I left it alone it might have moseyed out the same way it came in, but instead I am trying to rebuild a house.
The egg shells are another matter entirely. You know, if you walk on them long enough they turn into a fairly fine powder. With any luck at all they will eventually blow away on the winds of time. On the other hand, they might just clog the floor drains and cause all kinds of nasty things to back up…
All is not lost though, I can sweep up the elephant dung and egg shells from the shambles of my living room and spread them on my garden plot. I have read they make fertile mulch.
Looking at the bright side, RT.
R.T. searcher, seeker, sojourner. Not all who wander are lost, maybe temporarily disoriented, but not lost.
