I’ve always wanted to see an animal struck by lightning, just to find out if you really do get to see its skeleton glow. Imagine, Fang is yapping along the pavement and … sssszzzip … just as the cartoons show, he neons sharp skeleton for a moment, then all that’s left is a small black mist drifting away.
We were supposed to get thunderstorms today. Yay, I thought. But there was no lightning. There wasn’t even any thunder. All we got was short sharp showers.
I don’t really want that lightning strike to happen. I took a Luxembourgish exam a few hours ago, and know I failed. I’m taking it out on the imaginary yappy dog.