One day in a summer 2010 I came across with a dead viper lying on the street.
It´s belly was already burst open, so I picked it up and inserted a stick in through the hole.
...and continued bicycling using the snake as a pennon.

Later then, when I was back home I stuck the stick in the ant´s nest in our back yard.
Couple weeks later our grand mother passed away and I was one of the coffin carriers at her funeral.
"Mom explained to me that it was bad, the way I had put that snake like that, like pointing at the house and all, and that it was like a curse, that made our grandma die."
"I was thinking, that I didn´t want her to die. I loved her, I couldn´t have known, that something like that could happen and I was sorry." 

Day before yesterday I found a dead crow while I was on my walk.
I picked it up and headed my way back home.
Picked up an axe and headed to wood shed.

...where I decapitated the crow.
The headless torso I nailed to the outside wall of our house.
We´ll see who dies this time.

My bladder that is bursting wakes me up at some time of the night when it`s darkest and I`m afraid of the dark.

Only the certainty of soon to be wet sheets gets me to face my fears and makes me leave the safety of my bed. 

Couple of meters through the darkness and my fingers reach the switch. Light fills the room.

...and I wait a moment to calm my racing heart, before the next venture.

After a while of collecting myself, I fumble the lights to the living room without stepping into the darkness myself. From there my road leads to the hallway, where in every-time I go by night, the invisible fingers grope the back of my pajamas. Hallway in which the light switch connecting with the toilet is located in the far end of the room.

I just run with all I got!

And hit the switch with the palm of my hand and banish the invisible chasers. I let my pants drop and lift up the toilet seat.

Nothing could have had me prepared for what was coming next...

Facing the the monster lurking and grinning beneath the water makes me lose control of my bladder, making me wet my thighs and toes and there comes no end for my screams before everything goes dark in my eyes.

Next morning I wake up from my bed, wearing clean pajamas and get to witness my hangoverish aunt washing her dentures with Koskenkorva vodka in the kitchen. Dentures that she had dropped while puking in the toilet. Dentures that she then places in her mouth and smiles. ...wide.