Next Door Zombies - Page 39
Thu, Jul 26:
The new sterilization canisters for the hazmat tent arrived today. I Lysol'd myself down and then swapped them out.
I’ve been fantasizing lately about the city coming to complain about the dead capybara. I imagine two or three guys from the city standing at my front door, clipboards in their hands. “Mr Ayers,” they’ll say, “there’s been a number of complaints about the smell coming from under your porch.”
And then I, inside my hazmat suit, sniff dramatically and announce, “I can’t smell anything.”