December 29: I was getting pretty hungry so I headed over to the house of the nice lady who always feeds me. I stood there staring at her front door for a couple hours, and then she came out and gave me some slices of apple. I wanted to tell her that she really doesn't need to slice the apple, but I didn't want to seem rude. And then--what is it with humans: they always want you to eat out of their hand. It's like some kind of fetish with them. I'd be perfectly fine if she tossed the apple slices on the ground, but I played along and ate them out of her hand. I was so grateful to her that I expressed my gratitude in the best way I know, namely, I pooped in her driveway. Such a nice lady.