A traumatic experience, really.
You see, I live in this wonderful house with a fireplace in the living room. Being the lizard that I am, this nice little spot of warmth is beautiful. However, there is the matter of retrieving wood from outside...
Now, a slight disclaimer at this point. I am fully aware of poverty, and I know that this is fully a first-world problem, but it's still is one of life's sad things....
The reasons for this I will lay out for you:
Firstly, being crushed. I am quite tall, however I have almost no bulk whatsoever. Thus, there is something quite terrifying about grabbing a log from an unsteady pile. What if I upset the whole pile and they roll upon me? At the very least, a stray one could fall down and crush my foot. I've never broken a bone (I shouldn't say that cus now I will). I want to keep it that way.
Also, it's freezing. When I'm sitting peacefully by my warm fire at ten at night, watching snowflakes beat against the windows, a regular princess in my fuzzy PJs, the last thing I want to do is wade out through the snow, reach under an icy tarp and snatch frosty pieces of dead tree. Then pile them up to my chin and trod inside. Not to mention the puddles on the floor. Puddles make my socks wet *sniffle*
They sometimes have biting bugs. I am a tomboy. I love bugs. I do not like it when they bite me. Such situations make my mouth, which is not accustomed to cussing, say things I regret and toss logs across the room. Not. Pretty. At least I didn't break anything.
Now, this is a very whiny post...but they are my thoughts. This post may also make you think I am a wimp...I am when it comes to me being cold ;)
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