There is some creature living in my fucking wall.
Conveniently, the creature lives in the wall of my office.
So that's not annoying at all.
I have taken to throwing things at this creature when it starts its plodding. And also yelling, "SHUT UP!" when it moves, which often coincides to the times I am taking business calls. Classy.
It plods and scratches and sometimes - I swear to Lionel - it whimpers.
What the FUCK are you, creature?
If I were not 36 weeks pregnant, I would be on the roof with a machete prepared to annihilate you.
Obvs, I am all sunshine and light over here.
2 comments:
I'd move out. UNless I saw husband carrying industrial trash bag and tennis racquet type weapon. Wait, no, I'd still move out.
HA! The H has been up to investigate, and we think the neighbors are the problem. Ah, the joys of city livin'.
Post a Comment