I've been killing a lot of these in our apartment lately. Baby ones. I'm sorry to all the animal lovers out there, but these things give me the creeps. No matter how long I live in the Midwest, I just can't get used to their erratic jumping and incessant chirping ways.
p.s. Is this a metaphor?
p.s. Is this a metaphor?
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Kill them all. I hate them so, so much--my hatred of them is a little irrational...
I hate them too. They also mess with my head. Like, I'm sitting on the couch and I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Or I see a brown speck on the floor and I wonder if it's just dirt... and then it jumps. Eww.
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