Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Tazmanian Devil

Originally written on 08.24.09 at 5:30 a.m. after having gotten up a half hour earlier to feed a ravenous tummy. That summer it was not uncommon for me to eat 3 times during the night. Now as long as I have a snack before I go to bed the most I'll need is a 3 a.m. glass of juice. Yet another reason why I love 2010.



Ice hung in the night air. For hours the air conditioning had not shut off. From the depths of the bedroom came a terrifying howl. It is the hunger cry of the Tasmanian Devil Stomach of Lake Dallas! The time is 5 a.m.

Once the TDS has awoken only a hot snack can put it to rest again. The smaller animals of the dwelling sense the danger and scurry from the room. The pitiful but still beautiful and vibrant woman that the TDS has inhabited has instincts to chase, but instead quietly shuts the bedroom door behind her. She has no wish to wake and therefore have cook snacks for the Sleepy Bear Handsome Man.

No time is lost! Flight of the Valkyries plays in the distance as the TDS shows no respect for the still young energy efficient refrigerator and throws the door wide. No food is safe. Tortillas, cheese, salsa and pepperoni are snatched up and tossed to the counter with vengeance. The TDS is starving but still decides to cook its prey. Even a TDS knows that a warmed quesadilla is better than a broken up cold one.

But one was not enough, so a second was thrown on the fires. The poor faithful dog watched on from a distance, not even attempting to come closer for a morsel of tasty tasty quesadilla. Not one bite would be tossed or dropped on this night.

The TDS has finished both snacks but still lingers near the warm fire. Would two be enough? In the distance the TDS hears a voice, strikingly similar to Elizabeth Taylor portraying Maggie the Cat... "Brick, honey, please make that your last quesadilla." The TDS temporarily retreats and lets the young vivacious woman find a comfortable resting place on the overstuffed couch, waiting for the peace and sleepiness of a full tummy to calm its growlly ways. Waiting.

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