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Day 751: My captors continue to torment me with bizarre dangling objects. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape -- that, and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture.
I fear I may be going insane. Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat another.
Day 755:Today I had an amazing bit of luck - I caught a moth. Would that I had wings! I would never be locked up in degrading captivity in a man-house again. I batted it about the floor a bit, smelling fear on it, seeing its fluttering and mindless crippled panic. Then I ate it. Its wings still twitched a bit as I rent them with my teeth. Foolish moth - it paid the ultimate price for the stupidity of using its wings to take it inside the walls of my prison; deep into the heart of the places where I lurk, in wait.
