I got a really nice post coming for you guys, but you see, there is a mosquito hawk in my kitchen. You want to know a little fact about me? Out of all the bugs in the world, I’m terrified of mosquito hawks (aka crane flies). I don’t know why. Spiders, roaches, crickets, no prob. Mosquito hawks? Hell to the fuck no. So there’s one in my kitchen and I hit it and it’s alive somewhere and I can’t fucking do shit until it’s dead. I look mighty fierce waving a graphic novel around and shrieking like a 3 year old. Anyone have a cat I can borrow? They’re supposedly good at this.
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