22 May 2007


when i was about eleven i went to camp kirby for a week, with the girl scouts i believe. while i was there i caught a salamander that looked just like this one recently spotted in the yard. now that im an adult, i think it might be a newt but at the time it was a salamander. and his name was kirby. i kept him in the cabin, i smuggled him home somehow, and he lived in a shallow dish on top of the old upright piano. but not for long. one day i decided he must need water and i poured it on. kirby did a quick panicked dance then froze in place. dead. in my minds eye i can still picture it happening. other than mosquitos on extremities or flies on the walls, its the only thing ive ever killed.

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