September 12, 2016

My brother had just recently renovated his place and the nearest restroom from the living room was in the basement, down through a door in the garage. When I got to the bottom, water was flooded up above my ankles. After using the toilet and washing my hands, I filled up a bottle of water but decided to only drink it if it seemed safe to drink when I brought it up to the first floor. I picked up a clear bag of trash before heading up. As I climbed the stairs, I noticed the steps were strewn with fish-tanks on their sides and pools of dead fish.

I opened the door and was greeted by a cat and a dog. I set the trash bag down before taking out my water bottle for examination. I noticed that the water was rather murky and deemed it unsuitable for consumption. While this was going on, the cat was biting and scratching at the water-filled bag until I realized that there were two dead black cats and a handful of upturned and deteriorating fish floating inside. As I was afraid of the biological hazard that would ensue if the bag did burst and the contents spill out, I quickly shooed the cat away before throwing the bag out the window by the kitchen sink into the garden. The insides of my forearms were constantly getting pricked by a cactus while I did this.