Emily696

I used to have a maid when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I went thru a phase when I was obsessed with animals. I was obsessed with big cats. Leopards, panthers, jaguars, cheetahs, lions, and tigers. I was in love with them, I read the encyclopedia every single day and I would go to the zoo on weekends. And I so desperately wanted my maid to understand the pleasure of the workings of the big cats, aesthetically and scientifically. I went to her room every day to try to teach her about what I know about the big cats, I taught her the difference between the patterns, the spots on a leopards skin vs a cheetas vs a jaguar. ( just in case you want to know, a jaguar has a big circle with a little dot inside the circle, leopard has only a little circle without the dots, and the cheeta is only one dot.) but she refused to learn. She wasn’t a retard because any retard with an IQ of over 75 can distinguish the different patterns between the different big cats, but no no no she wanted to stay ignorant. I taught her ever single fucking day, and I quizzed her too. I was like, ok look at this picture, what big cat is that? nothing… NOTHING…… my labors went to shit. I was trying to enlighten her, I was trying to show her a better life. Nope, she didn’t want to listen. So what did I do? I took my gold fish, and I stuffed it on her neck. (no animal was hurt, I love my gold fish. It’s still alive.) and she fainted on the floor.