Snakes! Adventures in ExUrbia
You've heard, I gather, of my encounter with the three drowned mice in the olive oil. And the little one curled up dead in the empty can of organic bread crumbs. Et itself to death, poor little carb fiend. That was back in 2005, and I'm pretty much over it now. I can almost reach for the olive oil without flinching.
And then there was the infestation of black flies, during which I hummed the "Amityville Horror" theme as I swatted them down, one by nasty one. Those sumbitches make quite a splat mark on the wall.
Last summer, my NYC pal brought an infestation of bed bugs with her from campus housing. Shhh, she thinks it was fleas. From my cat who has never been outside in her life, and who apparently managed, in her cleverness, to concentrate the infestation right in the guest bedroom with all my friend's clothing and belongings instead of in places around the house where she actually spends time.
So you can imagine how much I enjoyed this,
and I think you will, too. It's some of the most charming blogger writing I've seen lately.
Mr. Braine, I'm a new fan.