So last night “Pest Control” came a-knockin’, and I turned them down. Let’s be honest, that shit’ll kill ya. It’s certainly not the vegan way. Anyway, this evening I was rewarded with the arrival of Gibson the Gecko. Gibson was waiting for me in the kitchen, though tricky to spot due to blending almost entirely with my marble counter top (he's there, in front of the soap bottle). Amazing! Ask me again when he invites Rocky the Roach over; but for now, all his adorable gecko friends are welcome at our place.
I’ve struggled a bit with the dilemma presented to the vegan here, with an abundance of critters only too happy to shack up with me. And I’ll be honest; I took a (guiltily purchased) can of RAID to the colony of ants at my back porch. But, against the concerned warnings of my colleagues and neighbours, I refused fumigation last night. I love that Gibson stopped by to say, Thanks…
I’ve struggled a bit with the dilemma presented to the vegan here, with an abundance of critters only too happy to shack up with me. And I’ll be honest; I took a (guiltily purchased) can of RAID to the colony of ants at my back porch. But, against the concerned warnings of my colleagues and neighbours, I refused fumigation last night. I love that Gibson stopped by to say, Thanks…
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I miss you woman.....you having fun? I hear your famous and now you have bugs, mean how can you not.
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