a series of unfortunate events
Everything was perfectly staged. He was soundly asleep next to me and this seemed like the moment I was waiting for. I slowly walked to the bathroom and carefully removed the box from the cabinet. Could it be? Was I about to overcome years of stress? Surely not, right?
I walked back to my office and sat at my desk. I opened the box, picked up the applicator, and confidently removed the cap. This was it. I was about to apply Nexgard Combo to my cat without him moving about. At this stage, I cockily pulled the plunger.
And chaos ensued. I pulled the fucking plunger way too much, removing it from the fucking applicator, spilling the fucking medicine all over my fucking desk and my fucking tea.
As I sat there looking like a fucking doofus who just wasted €15 and a golden opportunity to apply the medicine to a cat who hates feeling icky for a few days... Actually, no. That's pretty much it. I just looked like a fucking doofus.
Fucking Nexgard applicator. I shall get my revenge.