I live with one big fat cat and a million tiny brown ants. I thought their favourite food was the leftover bits of fish the cat leaves in his dish, but I was wrong. A spider killed by said cat and left to decay on my floor is a far tastier treat, as I discovered when I went to pick up what I thought was a piece of lint, and got me a handful of dead spider and 200 scattering ants. Guh-rohss.
In other news, I'm going to Japan for the weekend. Does anyone need me to pick anything up?
Book Review: The Secret River
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