Yesterday morning I woke up with a weasel in my hands. I could feel its bones under it's skin, could feel it's claw digging into the side of my right hand. I tried to bend it in half, but them sneaky weasels are flexible. So i decided I'd throw it against the wall, but I lacked to energy and coordination that early in the morning to throw a weasel two-handed (and i couldn't let go of it with one hand 'cuz the blasted thing would bite me, that's what hallucinatory weasels do). So i decided that since we were stuck in this stalemate, i should at least look at my foe. Of course, i was too tired to lift my head or open my eyes. It took me about five minutes to muster up the strength to do that, and by that time the weasel had somehow escaped.
