Vlad found an unacceptable insect companion in the upstairs bathroom when he went to take a shower. He pretended that, “Shut up!” meant, “Tell me more about it,” and then laughed at me when I screamed.
Bros.
Yes, I need another canister of diatomaceous earth and another can of Hot Shot. I’ve lived in better places, for sure.
I would scream, except in this small space, no one would hear me. Or care if they did.