(I just found this in my drafts from October 23, 2023. Apparently I come here often and start but don’t finish entries alot. It’s unfinished. I’m leaving it that way.)
Between my kid suffering a pretty epic lesion to the foot, trying to patch it up themselves, and subsequently bleeding on every floor, wall, and door frame I own, my better half who is almost always injurying themselves in some bizarre and bloody way, annnnnnd my dog attempting to bleed out yesterday; I’m positive my house would look like some spectacular sacrifice(s) went down if inspected under a UV.
On the note of my dog attempting to die prematurely – I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop so while I held pressure on it I ordered styptic powder delivered to my house. The Door Dasher rang the door bell while simultaneously turning around with my package to run back to their car. Was her senior dog trying to die too? I caught her around the corner… I didn’t have time to question WTF – I just ran back to my dog. But, like, wtf Door Dasher? You had to shop it, you know it was cheap, why try to steal it? So weird. I’d have shared, just ask next time.
😂
I can not tell you how often I have had the thought that anyone who ever used one of those magic lights in my house would be VERY confused. I had a pet that regularly bled on things. I had a partner that regularly wounded themselves (as do I). And for far too many years I had FAR too many “lady accidents” that would appear to be something else entirely to anyone who shone one of those lights around.
My space is a hotbed of genetic residue. Which I find hysterical and would not probably admit to too many people.
This is exactly what I was thinking about my own. Lol. I don’t own it, but now genetically speaking, I do nowwww.