2 - That hot cheese hurts like hell. - joneworlds@mailbox.org We're in the house living room, wall-staring and radio-listening. Maybe it's a basketball game, but it's pretty crackly so I'm not quite sure. The door's open for the heat, and Tinny's there setting across from me. When a big old fly comes buzzing through, she snaps out that tongue almost 6 feet to bring it in! That trick still amazes me every time. I'd say she's more frog than person by now in move and look. She hasn't lost an inch, but she hasn't said a word in almost six months, near two years since the frogness started setting in. A five-foot frog takes some getting used to for sure, but I bet you could do it too. If you had to. Sometimes I wonder how much she still gets of what's going on. Was that a wink she just put to me after she's swallowed? Then Louis comes running out of the kitchen, teeth clenched and barred, eyes wild, and a whole hot pizza in his hands. And he runs over to me and starts hitting me in the face with it, and screaming like murder. So I turtle because it's fresh and that hot cheese hurts like hell. He gets done with all that pretty quick, and then he's breaking down on the floor bawling and apologizing. And I'm trying to tell him it's okay, I'm fine, I get it, don't worry about it. They say the wracks are worst in the first few months of the turn. It gets better. If you'll call it that. He's calming down. When a pepperoni falls off my ear to the floor, some rat shoots out from the couch for it. She doesn't get half a bite, though. A black tentacle that I guess snuck in the open door, grabs her with a squeak as it pulls her away and out, as quick as you'll imagine. So maybe I'd better go upstairs to wash.