Here I was, victorious in Round 1 of the cage match that was Jaimie versus the skunk. From what I’ve heard about the social media publicity stunt that is Elon versus Zuckerberg, I was definitely Zuck. Clearly favored and ready to display my victory in my trophy room… also known as egg cartons in the fridge.
And then after many victorious weeks, I find another cracked egg.
I search the perimeter and what I thought was a chicken-dug dirt hot tub hole turns out to be much more sinister. I find myself inspecting the dark corner of a cell in Alcatraz… and realizing a prisoner has escaped by digging a hole with his spork. Only in reverse. And there are two sporks known as little skunk claws. Stay with me…
I fill in the tunnel and hoist some big flagstones over the top. Take that Musk.
The next day I return from my workout and inspect the situation. My barriers remain intact. You’re no match for me Mr. I-don’t-work-out-except-for-my-thumbs-as-I-tweet-I-mean-X-conspiracy-theories-to-the-masses.
But then I find another egg shell. I move the flagstone and there it is, a new secret tunnel, derivatively disguised under my defense. Very meta.
Just when you think the cage match is over, it’s back on.