And then there were three.

A good deal in life, it seems to me of late, depends on paying attention to things glimpsed out of the corner of the eye, to things that seem a touch off or out of place, to things that trigger a momentary flutter in the gut. The things that one is tempted to gloss over. Silly, obvious case in point: yesterday, I noticed that the back gate to our yard was open. It’s not like it’s ever locked or anything, but neither is it ever used. Why was it open? More importantly, why didn’t I shut it? If I had, I might have stymied whatever it was that came into our yard last night and slaughtered one of our chickens.


  1. Oh no!

    El chupacabra? Don't laugh – they found one in West Texas.

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    You can't say something like that and not post a link to a pic!

    I disposed of the carcass this morning, before the kids made it out to the yard. But of course, First Daughter managed to find a pile of guts and feathers in another part of the yard this afternoon. Sigh…

  3. cubeland mystic says

    Don't be buying that chupacabra nonsense. This is definitely cattle mutilation.

    Did you or anyone in your family have strange dreams or gaps in time recollection on the night of the event?


    Yeah, tell me that's a wild dog.

    And since when do chickens qualify as "cattle"?

  5. cubeland mystic says


    Let's keep that on the down low. I am trying to make Matt feel important. You know, that he actually owns cattle. He's from back east he doesn't know the difference. Now he's got a story. UFOs mystery and all that.

    Another angle is that he just visited the voodoo capital of the US, and just a few days later there's a cattle mutilation on his California ranch. UFO? Perhaps. Voodoo curse? More likely.

    Personally I think Rufus is behind it. It has all the earmarks of a Korrektiv operation.

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