It’s 5 a.m. and time to get out of bed and make the long, cold trek downstairs in the still-dark house to fix the coffee tray. I take a deep breath, and prepare for the carnage I know I must face.
It begins as soon as I take one step…the first victim. And then, by the bedroom door, lies the next one – limp, lifeless, curled into a listless ball.
I take a deep breath and prepare for the worst, and there they are: a long line – sorry casualties of the night, stretched down the staircase all the way down to the kitchen.
A puddle of prey lie tangled by the refrigerator, and another motionless wretch dangles from the basement stair…
…massacre in the laundry room, again….