A few days ago, someone reached this blog by Googling for “housewife animal sex.” The mind boggles. (On all fours, the animal approached the housewife. “Just a minute,” she pleaded; “I can’t have sex with you until I scrape the egg off the bottom of this pan.” The animal cocked an ear. The housewife scrubbed. Fade to black, accompanied by growls, yelps, and the sound of running water.)