I returned home from work last Monday night to find a chaotic scene of destruction in the Troll Museum that is my home. Every surface was soaked in water, while warped paintings lay on the floor along with shelves and cabinets ripped from the walls by intense heat and steam. It was hard to see or breathe, a situation not unlike being in the rainforest habitat at the Central Park Zoo. I half expected to find a two-toed sloth swinging from one of the large holes now embellishing my ceiling, but my first concern was my Chihuahua, Rev. Jen Junior (aka JJ), who, despite being husky for her breed, could not possibly survive a cabinet falling on her or prolonged exposure to such conditions.
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