Not here! Not again!
The mice followed us to our new house. This one’s an angry, old fucker too; won’t scamper away—probably rabid. I flushed him down the toilet.
I guess they like the light.
I counted six beetles but could only fit one in the frame.
Stoopid Squirrels.
They ate my grill! I guess no more yum-yums.
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