The animals have invaded the apartment. Last night I was reading a book and a rabbit crept around the corner. The chickens have gotten bold, too, and come into the house, sun themselves, shit on the hardwood floors, and pretend like I'm an evil interloper when I shush them back onto the deck. I've never been much of a housekeeper, so I must admit that I like having the animals come into the apartment. I would draw a line with a pig, though. Or a goat as another example of an animal not allowed indoors.
