I finally ate a cat last night. I know, it's a big moment for me, and so I hope you're as excited about this as I am. Let's just say that it was not as tasty as I'd hoped- in fact it was gross.
It tasted a little like dog to be completely honest with you.
That's part of the reason why I was up so late.
My roommates and I decided that it was time we did some stuff to get out of our comfort zones We came up with a list of a bunch of things that scared us and then spent all of last night losing our minds and checking off the list.
My contributions to the list included running into strangers houses and shaking the people in their sleep, buying a police officer a crate of bananas and telling him it was his birthday,
and digging a ten foot hole in the front yard of my boss's house.
Carter's three fears that he contributed to the list were eating a neighbourhood cat, sawing down the biggest tree in the park near our house,
and taking photos of himself sleeping and then stapling these photos to every electrical pole in the neighbourhood.
Tyler's fears were tying himself to the front of a streetcar and traveling to the other end of the city, pouring vinegar into his eyes, and driving his car into the lake.
So everyone had to do each other's challenges as well as their own. That's why I was up until 5 am, I had to complete 9 insane tasks.
Tyler is still strapped to the front of a street car as far as I know, though. He wasn't able to untie himself.