Babies that instantly turn me into a Discovery movie special when they hatch one day while I'm at work and crawl all over me and everyone around me as people scream, "They're coming from her hair! Run!"
I don't like this guy.
I really need to get a time line from him when he says things like that.
Anyway, pest guy is coming and I need to get dressed and pretend this is a house and not a construction site. Happy Monday to all.
But not happy Monday to the pests. I am wishing horrible things for them.
Well, not horrible. Just instant death with no suffering.
And no rebirth. That would be creepy.