I bet it was my
complaining. I got it from my
mother, and I hate it, but yet I still keep doing it.
Fortunately not nearly as badly as she does.
But it must have gotten on their nerves. Complaining about the lack of hot water, or the poor food, or that I cut myself on a rock trying to catch something to eat. I don't blame them. I probably would have kicked me off the island also.
And those darn ass chips... I always did hate them. They seemed to useless. And the last thing I wanted to do was touch that part of his body, at least after he went THAT LONG without cleaning it. That's when I knew I wasn't cut out for this place.
And when I saw DMan doing that to the kitten... I think I'm traumatized for life. I've been non-stop cuddling with my kitties since I got home, and it still bothers me.
But I still have this damn sunburn to deal with. And the fungus juliet and I used at first... well, I think it did something to my skin...