Readers, if you are touching your face right now…STOP..immediately. Apparently a man died in South Carolina by the flesh eating disease necrotizing fasciitis, most likely because the bacteria entered his body through a pimple. That is a really really shitty way to die. Not only do you go through the embarrassment of having a pimple at age 55 to begin with, your flesh all of your body then gets eaten by it. This, my friends, is what nightmares are made of. Any teenagers reading? Get ProActive today.
Another terrible death:
My cat murdered my frogs. For about a year I had 2 of those controversial water frogs that you can buy at Hallmark. They lived in a plastic case with a bamboo plant, rocks and water. We fed them once a week. Fry and Leela, the frogs, lived happily in their confined cube for almost two years until we got a kitten. Oh man, this is where it gets bad. We have a loft apartment, so there are no doors on our bedrooms and everything is open air, so basically the cat had access upstairs and downstairs. Neither of us, me and the bf, had ever seen the cat go upstairs since she was a small kitten with a broken leg. Just in case, we put the frogs on the highest dresser on the top floor. (We couldn’t lock them in the bathrooms as the frogs needed sunlight to survive). Please, imagine being the frogs in this situation. All of a sudden and enormous alien-looking creature starts staring at you through the fish-eye type glass. The creature is massive in comparison to your size. She probably hisses bad kitten breath on you. Then slowly starts pushing your living space little by little causing your water to shake. The frogs are probably looking at each other scared at this point. Then finally, the kitten makes her last push and the frogs watch each other and their home fall about 7 feet to a crash landing on the floor. They are no longer in water. Their tree and rocks are all over the place. They are both suffocating from lack of water. Then the alien monster cat returns and eats one of the frogs, right in front of the other one. Hopefully, the frogs are dead on impact but doubtful. Then the kitten goes to eat the last frog. How terrifying. It was hard to love my cat that day. We came home and went upstairs only to find a tragic murder scene. All the evidence of the crash landing was there, but not the bodies. Only one drop of blood around the corner in the apartment was all we could find. It could be the frog’s but most likely the cat cut itself on a piece of plastic. She was upstairs lying by the crime scene taking a nap. Sociopath.
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