furry гуро (furry guro) :: гуро (guro) :: секретные разделы (скрытые разделы joyreactor)

Там ещё и история есть, но на английском. Может интересно будет :)

I arrived home from the lab, quite elated, having started a new experiment that would keep me occupied for the rest of the week. I ordered in some Thai food, relaxed with a glass of red and caught up on some documentary series. A perfect end to a lovely Sunday.

As I was loading the dishwasher and wiping down the counter there was the tinkling sound of glass breaking from the en suite bathroom. I was alarmed of course, out of concern for Angelique, who has been in poor health of late and was sleeping. I retrieved a knife from the block and approached with caution. I could see no shadows moving on the walls as I approached the door. Angelique was sleeping soundly unaware anything was awry.

I stood in the door frame knife clutched in hand to observe an empty room. My toothbrush glass had rolled from the counter and broken on the tiles. In the silence of my home I could hear a very low squeaking noise coming from the sink. I moved forward carefully, brushing aside the glass with my foot. In the sink to my disgust was a tiny micro-fauna, a vulpine one to be exact. It was strenuously attempting to remove the plug from the sink basin, squeaking with the exertion.

As I examined the est of the bathroom, hoping that this was an isolated intruder and not a full scale invasion of pests, I noticed tiny little blood flecks on the ceramic surface of the sink. I squinted and moved closer, the micro seemingly unaware of my comparably goliath frame towering over him. His stomach was bloated and visibly churning, but despite a condition that was obviously painful the creature continued to strain against the plug with single-minded purpose.

It eventually came loose with a pop, and the micro attempted to crawl down the exposed drain, but the drain guard prevented him from doing so. He stood still for a moment as though considering his options, and then without warning begin convulsing and writhing in apparent agony. It took me a moment to realise what I was looking at, as thin hair-like worms began the erupt from all of the creatures orifices, whipping back and forth violently, searching for the drain. The fox was left twitching, somehow still alive despite the almost impossible mass of worms that had nested within him.

Despite being stunned by the series of events I was just witness to I went to the laundry room, and retrieved my can of Raid. Time to put this pest problem to rest before it begins.