pretty sure i live next door to an elephant.
i don’t recall the elephant moving in. i mean – i’m pretty sure that’s something i’d remember. it would take a lot of effort to get an elephant into the complex we live in, especially considering that it occupies an upstairs apartment. so no, i don’t remember this happening.
still, an elephant seems to live next door to me. early in the morning this creature careens into his or her kitchen and fumbles around in the cupboards, eventually making what i imagine is peanut flavored coffee. then the critter rambles up and down the hall, stomping mice under its huge trash-can-lid-sized feet. and sometimes i hear Dumbo crashing down the stairs and out into the parking lot, finally driving off in some sort of SUV.
it’s impossible to sleep when this creature is awake and moving about. and i’m mildly worried that one day this being will stomp its way straight through the floor of their home (my ceiling) and crash-land into my lap. maybe i need to go to my local library and check to see if there is an Eloise Etiquitte Book for Zoo Animals and Other Noisy Beasts.