It looks like Zilla has escaped.
One of her friends showed up, and my little alter-ego is now roaming the blogosphere in need of sandwiches, spelunking gear, and fortune cookies.
I know this because they left a to-do list in her cage.
It was sitting there beside an empty bottle of champagne, a carnage of Pabst cans (also empty), and what may or may not have at one point been a pizza.
They leave big teeth marks, so until forensics gets here, it’s hard to know for sure.
I believe the friend in question is this guy:
Needless to say, I am going on a hunt.
Well, first I’m going to go sweat my guts out in yoga, and then I’m going on a hunt.
If she stops by your blog, please don’t mention either Dave Matthews Band or beets.
Her epic hatred of these two topics can cause some serious damage.
The great Auntie-Anne’s pretzel stand incident of ’07 is still a fresh memory for half of Washington state.
Rest assured, I will catch her soon enough.
Godspeed dear bloggers, Godspeed.