You know, wandering like this has really driven home one point in particular. I was raised with psychotic pets. A dog that bit me, a cat that bit me, and indeed, multiple hamsters that often at one point or another tried to bite me, and toads, that no doubt, if they’d had more than a mere bony ridge in their wide insectivore mouths, would’ve probably bit me.
And so, it comes as a bit of a surprise, to me at least, that one of the primary effects of the Trip has had nothing to do with my interaction with human beings… Who’d’ve tunk Iwould become the type of person to go up and randomly pet passing large dogs and harass cats until they roll over and allow themselves to be Loved.
Go fig.
