I read the [jillifont], but there is NO FUCKING WAY I am image-searching that. No.
Ditto. I'd take most Australian Jillifonts over rats.
I think Pete agrees. (We had a rat problem. We found a fantastic local pest removal company that dealt with it, but Pete is still easily rattled about it.) *I*, on the other hand, do not want any Australian Jillifonts anywhere near me, thanks.
(I recently went to a butterfly exhibit with some friends, and there was a side room of arthropods and arachnids. I walked to the doorway, looked in and saw the terrarium with the tarantula (a good 15 feet away from me), and said
"Yep, still phobic. Gonna go back to the butterflies now, thanks!")
Jilli cannot read the jillifont! It is the whole point of Jillifont!
I had a surprising jillifont swing from the ceiling above my bathroom counter the other day. It had apparently made itself comfortable when I was gone for the summer and was irritated to find me in its spot, brushing my teeth.
I was told that lemon essential oil would ward off the critters that leave webs at the bottom of my stairs. Turns out, not so. Sigh.
I was told that lemon essential oil would ward off the critters that leave webs at the bottom of my stairs. Turns out, not so. Sigh.
I'm minded of the old Tick cartoon, where the Sewer Urchin went into battle against Sewer Lobsters with bandoliers of lemons.
What? That's my geek reference point, dammit.
Oh, Calli. Hope you're get some very deserved sleep right now.
I'll ignore the blood talk for now. Just... all keep yourselves in one piece, OK?
Jilli cannot read the jillifont! It is the whole point of Jillifont!
Sometimes my (morbid) curiosity gets the better of me!
"Oh, it won't be that bad!"
I tell myself,
"Just the words won't freak me out!"
Yes, I should know better.
Jillifont stuff is ok for me, but no way was I clicking the links. I have learned!
I wish coming home wasn't still so hard.