Day 263:
So as I probably mentioned, the path I dug from the cave to the west to my main cave dug right into a wall.
Did I mention it was into a room full of duckens?
They keep falling into the cavern that I’m mining, then killing themselves on the sharp rock. It’s sad, frustrating, and messy. On the other hand, I don’t have to kill them with my own bare hands to get some fresh meat.
If you’d’ve asked me a year ago whether I could kill an animal with my bare hands I would’ve laughed and said no. Now it’s a regular reality and I’m grateful when animals off themselves through sheer stupidity.
And when it comes to sheer stupidity, the duckens are pretty close to the top of the ranking.