In other news, half an hour ago, I attacked a fruit fly with my bare hands, screaming: "You and your people have come to expect leniency from me, but NO MORE! DIE! DIE!"
No, really. Ask calantha42. She looked worried.
I feel kind of bad about it. The fruit flies are our fault, when they're there. It's the ants. The fucking ants. Literally. *wary glare over shoulder*
(I didn't get it. Fruit flies are quick little buggers.)
I am becoming more and more deranged with every passing day. :(
Thank all the benevolent puppy-loving gods I've got Thursday and Friday off. Friday we're having the Great Purge, and by Purge I mean Bleach, wherein we take everything out of hte cupboards, scrub the fuck out of them, and put everything back into the cupboards, and then repeat same with the counters, sinks, and floors. In the kitchen and the bathroom, anyway. As they're the nasty bits.
Seriously. I'll write porn for whoever finds our predecessor for this apartment and visits some kind of insectoid horror upon him. And I hardly *ever* write porn, so you can see that my desire for revenge is great.
P.S.: Have fixed the pictures from that last picture post. Should work now.