Nothing. Nothing at all.
The living room smells of old coffee grounds. It's most likely Creepy Bunny--slowly asserting himself. As predicted.
I sat and watched as a bee carried off a grasshopper three times its size. Abduction? Elopement? Medevac from a remote buggy battlefield? Six-legged heroism?
That. And I've ignored the dog long enough that his pissing on the floor is no longer just a potential.
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