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made my daughter giggle. Though I wouldn’t have cared if they died in the bottle, I always reminded Katie to free them soon after catching them. The thought caused me to laugh out loud as I likened Rachel to a human crab trapped inside a bottle, that I did not intend to release.
I knew where the little bastards were most prevalent and brought my jar to the shoreline to harvest them. I’d have to release them quickly, in her bed. And I would probably have to repeat this dirty deed because sand crabs have a diet almost impossible to sustain if taken from their natural habitat. And after all, it is the repetition of that which is unendurable that fosters lunacy.
These crabs don’t bite, but will try to burrow in whatever they are standing upon. Just the thought of those ghastly pointed claws in a bed with me made me tremble, but the thought of inflicting them upon Rachel, made it all worthwhile.
To complement the new addendum to my Ravenge plan, I went to the garage to retrieve the brightest light bulbs we had stacked in the corner. I then replaced the overhead lights and lamps in the Inspiration Room and bathroom with these overly bright bulbs, turning them all on just before nightfall. I took away her pillow so that she could find no cover from the 24-hour inside sunshine I’d fashioned. This would undoubtedly affect her sleeping patterns and as we all know, sleep is important to maintain mental stability.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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