The Animal Kingdom Strikes Back

I have long had a love hate relationship with animals. As a little girl my older sister Jill and I would walk to the bus stop together and if any animal approached Jill would swiftly climb to safety on top of the the old red water hydrant at the corner. As there was only room for one atop the hydrant I would freeze in fear until the four legged beast would go on its way. And then I saw the movie Where the Red Fern Grows and for about a week I longed for a pet, specifically two little red hunting dogs and that was it for the love part of the relationship. Animals have a keen sense and know I don't like them and therefore are drawn to me. Often in a room full of people I become the victim of a dog or cat as it plops down in my lap and attempts to snuggle. When I was dating my husband he asked me what my favorite animal was and I quickly responded, "a dead one." I was joking...sort of. Anyway today the animals got me back for my disdain. More specifically a dead frozen turkey got even. As I was lifting my carefully brined turkey into the fridge, I swear the headless thing wiggled, managed to pop open the bag I had secured it into and sent brine and vegetables flying all over my large pregnant belly, the counters and the kitchen floor. And so the animals had the last laugh as I was on my hands and knees cloroxing everything.