It’s all dark and moist outside this morning, like being inside the mouth of a giant. As the rain drizzles down, the experience is initially comforting and womb-like. However, after a few moments it is as if I can feel the slicked glands of the giant’s tongue sliding across my belly while filthy corn residue slips between my resisting lips. After being tangled in the enormous tongue for a moment, I suddenly become aware that my ankle is resting betwixt the giant’s molars. In a horrifying instant, the giant bites down and my ankle pops into dust. My screams of agony are muffled by the fleshiness of the giant’s tongue as I begin to gurgle his bitter saliva. My final frantic moments are spent being torn in two and chewed up by the nefarious giant, and as I am swallowed I finally lose consciousness and die in misery.
That’s exactly what it’s like out there this morning.