Alright, so I'm not one for bugs. I hate the way they just invade your territory, getting their dirty little bug feet all over your stuff. trying to eat your delicious food, attempting to get all up in your face or eyeballs and sometimes they even mooch off your cable and hot water.
The hell?! In real life, we call these guys squatters.. and we get them the hell out.
So last week, I arose plenty early as I always do. Not as early as my partner (bugger that, hey!) but still about two hours or more before I have to even prepare to go to work. This is pretty funny because work is now less than ten minutes away from my den. Anyway, I felt the need to hunt down some breakfast, so I ventured out from the bedroom... and then I felt it.
