Right?! And I was over ere thinking I should of get rid of her since she kinda scares me with her bug talk, but dang...I can't do that to a museum contributor! The little one with her dead eyed stare and unnerving talk can stay. She deserves head pats and daily fruit packages.
yeah he’s a lazy
...what? HAHA! I had NO idea! Poor little one, I thought he was a girl this whole time. My bad! (>///<)
Yeah, it'd be fine if the just talked about bugs, but it's the "talking to" and "being talked by" that freak me out. "They're in the walls and floor boards." I can hear their little feet scratch against the panelling as they scuttle into various nooks and crankies always out of visible view. I feel them scratch the inside of my head as they whisper constantly, jumbled hissing of words that are barely coherent. They suggest and demand. Try as I may to appease their relentless orders, to find peace, only for the voices to resurface as they are never satisfied. They're hungry, they crave.
