Exciting news dear reader! I think my Turkey egg is finally hatching! I’ve been waiting weeks for this, enduring the oppressive heat of my house to keep the egg incubated, even while the sun rages outside in the middle of summer. It almost ended me, but the work is done. Now I’m going to have a pet Turkey. Sure, my heating bill is going to be through the roof, but I won’t need a heater anymore, now that I’ve got a Turkey to keep me warm.
And to think, I only had to get heating repairs about fifteen times over the summer. Every time the technician seemed more baffled than the last. So many questions. Why am I running my heater on a thirty-degree day? Why am I running it 24/7 despite specific instructions not to do that? How am I alive? I always brushed them aside. I can confidently say, however, that I am the best customer when it comes to heating repairs around Canberra. What are all the heating and cooling businesses going to do without me? Although I suppose I will need my air conditioner still. Unless I have an ice Turkey! Now that would be pretty cool. Literally.
Maybe I should keep the ducted heating going for a while, just so that my Turkey isn’t cold when it hatches. What’s the worst that could happen without the ducted heating? Canberra gets pretty cold, so I imagine that could be lethal to a baby Turkey. At least it’s not so hot outside, now that summer is over.
Even still, it’s pretty weird to be running the ducted heating during early autumn. Whenever I have guests, they ask me if I can turn it down. Of course, I can’t do that, and I also can’t let them know that I’m hatching a Turkey. So, I always make up some terrible excuse and they leave it alone.
Now for the real problem. What do I call my Turkey? I’m thinking Heat Stroke, because I’ve had about five of those, but I’m open to other suggestions.