Thursday, November 20th, 2003

I’m in the bathroom with Susannah. There’s a medium sized snapping turtle in the room with us. We’re both afraid of getting bitten by it. I grab it and throw it into the tub. I start pouring different shampoos into its mouth, trying to kill it. Susannah tells me it’s cruel to do it this way. I ask her, “What do you want me to do, slit its throat with a knife?” She finally gets fed up and grabs a knife but doesn’t know if she can do it.