Disgusted.
Senga called me away from a dissection today. I had another travelling salesman and was adding data to my attempt to determine whether intestinal length correlates with selling ability and she interrupted me most rudely.
I had to help her change Dumelet's nappy. I have never seen anything so disgusting in my life. It was my job to hold the muzzle on him while she used the power hose and bleach to clean him, followed by a little baby powder of course, and then she'd strap the new nappy on with cable ties. It would be cheaper to use safety pins but I prefer he's not armed.
I had to carry the bag of evil stench out of the room. I wish I had longer arms. Senga has apparently been throwing these out into the swamp so I'll have to tread carefully next time I go out for a walk. They could mutate into anything out there. It's not so surprising that I've seen little of the Ferals or the Slimy Swamp Thing lately if the castle is surrounded by these little bombs of revulsion.
What a horrific experience. It's over now and I can get back to those intestines.
Tomorrow I'll fix Dumelet's muzzle with something he can't chew through.
