The Burgess Shale

Dreamtime: adfamiliares and I are on our way to pay a social call on Hannibal Lechter. She knows him from before — she's stepped into the Clarice Starling role — and while I am, admittedly, mildly nervous the only thing that really concerns me is that we're taking Gus-Gus with us. (It is too cold to leave her in the house.)

I say, "Hey, do we really want to take the cat to Hannibal Lechter's apartment? Even if he doesn't eat us, he might cook or eat her to play some sort of weird mind game on you."

She says, "No, it's okay," and takes out a little spiral-bound notebook. In it, there's a list in Lechter's handwriting. The first line reads, "Cats: yecch!"