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Demons who Suck at their Jobs Turn into this Florida Creature
I’m pretty sure, anyway…
I woke up happy this morning, because the puppy made it until 6:38 or so. According to the websites, he should be able to make it longer, but the cat comes and taunts him. [The asshole cat knocks things off the counters to tell me he wants out and is So Dumb For Real. He lures the puppy with every temptation in the book; and when the puppy starts nomming on him, he writhes around and halfheartedly bops him and makes sad noises. Jordan Peterson fans would say the cat has been emasculated by the American cat diet or something, or maybe because I’m a single mom who isn’t suitable to teach a male cat much less a boy.]
It was a good morning. I had exactly one coffee filter left. The weather was cool but not unbearable.
Then I went into the closet to get my jacket so I could take the dog outside.
I saw it.
A glossy, LONG, upside-down reddish-brown cockroach, palmetto bug, la cucaracha, but a demon by whatever name is still a demon. I’m convinced they are sentient, or at least get occupied by people who hate me. And I ran into one of those people the night before.
THANKFULLY, it was already dead, or mostly dead. But, as Miracle Max says, “Mostly dead is slightly alive.”
