So.... Originally I was going to write a post gushing about how much I love my cat for eating the massive hobo spider that has taken up residence in my room, but NOPe. She didn't do that. She simply batted at it for a while before it scampered off to hide in some corner of my room. Stupid cat.
My sister did manage to wound young spider with a broom. Some say he died, codswallop in my opinion. Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers, too weak to carry on...
Anyway. Bad cat. Didn't kill the spider. You will no longer pe honored with treats or Parades or a belly rub.
Also, I found out today that I have green eyes!!! I thought they were brown. Nope! That shows you how often I look closely into a mirror.
I chopped 5 inches of hair from my head. I have much less hair now.
Um... What else?
I've got nothing.
Bye!
1 comment:
I have learned throughout my lifetime of basement dwelling, amassing into a vast wisdom and knowledge that some think well beyond my years, that spiders don't like clean rooms. They have no space to hide and get cozy in the dark. Disappointed, they then move on to the next cluttered floor space they can find. Perhaps this is a solution to your Hobo problem? Both the spider and the train hoppin' kind.
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