The fur below my neck

Every night I scratch my shoulders and grind down my teeth. I can not stand the dozen or so hairs that linger on both sides of my spine. Sheila does a very good job of vacuuming me. We manage to catch up on small life details over the Plyx’r roar. They make aircraft, light industrial products, and now infant bouncy chairs. She has some kind of operation in 2 weeks. She wont be here, I think she said its a Hyperkotomy. I trapped 7 over night and killed 3. One of them with my bare hands. I opened its mouth to take an imprint of its teeth. There is some evidence of an animal attacking the Koree. Could it be one of them is turning against the others? We don’t know if its behavioral, genetic, or a virus that’s causing some of them to prey on their own. I sat in the honor row at a funeral yesterday for a 9 year old dog. The girl that belonged to the dog gave me flowers and thanked me. I looked in her eyes, I know she was asking herself why I didn’t save her dog. She had a terrible wound up her arm that looked to go onto her chest. I still don’t know how she survived but I will read about it later on the green sheet. 17 attacks this week and 9 deaths. The ratio is continuing to worsen this year. Payt, Frank, and I will head out for another shift in 2 hours, I want to eat something frozen in my freezer. Its getting too crowded in there.