Me: Look at me! I’m going to go to bed at a reasonable hour! I’ll just brush my teeth and go to the bathroo—what the…
*Spends an hour convincing giant slug that it should move onto the pamphlet I’ve put down next to it is to sit on, not to snack on.*
Me: Okay, NOW I’m going to bed at a slightly less reasonable hour but it’s not that bad…[notices my bedside lamp is shaking and making tinking and rattling noises] Well that can’t be good.
*Spends 45 minutes coaxing a moth out of the lamp and into a jar so I can take t It outside.*
Me: Okay, well at least I’ll still get SOME—[something starts scritching and scratching inside my closet]
Me: oh come on! [opens closet door, leans in, takes a deep breath and] WHATEVER YOU ARE GO BACK OUTSIDE. I’M TOO TIRED FOR THIS.
And scene!
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