Tonight(Friday) I took Tang out for some calming down time. He's still pretty scared and jumpy. I used my usual lines on him about how I wasn't going to bite his head off and suck his guts out. How life was going to be good. Food, shelter, warmth and of course for him, the ladies. I was feeling good as he start to calm down and actually look at me while I spoke. He was now sitting perfectly still and listining(feeling) to every word. As I got ready to put him away I slowly moved him into his enclosure. I carefully set him down and thought to myself, "I'm good"
It was then I noticed the big pile of poop on my pants. I looked back at Tang and I could tell what he was thinking "I'm good"
Punk radix. Nothing but a punk radix.