This was eerily reminiscent of the time I killed my cousin’s anteater in cold blood. I’d never felt such fear, but I had to keep up appearances and find the culprit. Through the twisted webs of the Abbeville, Louisiana underground I went, carefully plotting my scheme when all of a sudden I see a beastly man square up to fight me. It’s all a haze after that but the moral of the story is: don’t try to conceal a beloved anteater’s murder in the bayous of Louisiana. Just don’t.
This was eerily reminiscent of the time I killed my cousin’s anteater in cold blood. I’d never felt such fear, but I had to keep up appearances and find the culprit. Through the twisted webs of the Abbeville, Louisiana underground I went, carefully plotting my scheme when all of a sudden I see a beastly man square up to fight me. It’s all a haze after that but the moral of the story is: don’t try to conceal a beloved anteater’s murder in the bayous of Louisiana. Just don’t.