I've had a few e-mails and comments lately from people who were doing searches on Google and found one of my archived blog entries. Here's one comment I received this morning:
I don't even know you, I just googled "something died under my house what do i do?" My point is, I sympathize with you my friend. I just bought my first house and it is wearing me out. I'm in Houston, TX and something has died under my house. I too would rather endure the wretched smell than crawl under my horrific crawl space and come nose to nose with some decayed vermin. The thing that makes mine worse is that I woke up this morning and my kitchen floor is covered with magets. It is def. the most horrific thing I'[ve ever seen. They are crawling out from every crack and cranny. I've been sucking them up with my shop vac all morning. My housewarming party is on 10/01. I feel like burning the m/f down. -- Posted by Anonymous to Dizgraceland at 9/26/2005 07:56:15 AM
I received an e-mail yesterday from someone who had found the Monkey-Playing-Cymbals blog and wanted to know if I really owned the monkey. They then proceeded to tell me about their own monkey playing cymbals and how they had bought it a Fez to cover up a bald spot.
I hope my Monkey Playing Cymbals doesn't find that out. I'm not even sure where you find a Fez his size.
Regardless, it's nice to know that my blogging efforts have touched people's lives.
4 comments:
Yuck... when I was a little girl we lived in a trailer and our cat had kittens under the house. One of the kittens got up into the wall between the two bathrooms and died. There were magets all over both bathrooms. We (I had to help) used pine sol to clean it up. To this day I can NOT use anything with pine. It makes my skin crawl just smelling it.
As usual, good advice Lights. Spoken like a person who has been admonished by the authorities.
Teri, That would put me over the edge, too.
It's fun to look for phrases googled that lead to your blog. I get the belly-button thing a lot. Usually though... my visitors are perverts with belly-button fetishes. I don't think I want to touch them.
Good point Shandi. The whole, "Reach out and touch someone," shouldn't be taken literally.
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