When I was in middle school I went to a big sleepover at a friend in the country’s house. I arrived early and we played outside waiting for the rest. The friend had a play a game called, “Throw the farm cats into the big plastic pool and watch them swim out”. It felt really wrong when I threw my cat in, sort of vowed then and there to never give in to peer pressure again, and the cat scratched my arm pretty bad. Which I thought I deserved. Trying to think of some way to stop the game, I asked, “Why don’t we throw the dogs in?” (They had two yorkies) The friend looked at me like I was stupid and said, “The dogs can’t swim,”.
Yea, I feel like a kid getting hit by a car is a while different level that Calvin’s tone didn’t get to. There was one arc where he fails to save an injured bird, but I think that’s as dark as it gets.
We have a female ruby throated who we have nicknamed “The Nemesis” because she will fly right over our crouching kitty pause and look down with her little head cocked like “What are you going to do?” Then go back to her favorite red hot poker flowers.
Bottom of the ocean, because despite what some people say I know there’s lots of undiscovered life down there waiting to be seen!