In Which the Patients are Impatient

“If you don’t eat your omelet, I won’t give you ice cream!” I told my old lizard. It was one of my most effective threats. After the incident late last night, when she scratched her leg and blood started gushing all over the place and I freaked out, I’d been pleading with her in allContinue reading “In Which the Patients are Impatient”