Mrs. Flibble said I should shred some confidential stuff, lest it fall into the wrong hands. That would be... er... problematic and embarrassing - and not just for the llamas. Now normally I'm good at shredding, but today I forgot to heed the warning of "shred with a tie and you're dead".
It was going great, but just as I reached for the latest stack of llama sex orgy paperwork, my tie flopped into the diamond cut steel grinding gears of the shredder of death.
This is moments before my grizzly end.
I know you'd love to:
I had a flash, camera left through an umbrella, deliberately set quite high to give the shot a bit more drama. Wide angle lens was in really close for extra distortion. Wanted a Flibble in the headlights sort of death. Ties were hurt in the making of this photograph.