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spookyeviloneI am sitting on That Guy's couch, suffering from a godsawful case of psychosomatic lice. There are birds living in his wall. Babies, and although I'm normally a squishy-heart when it comes to all baby animals, right now I want to sprayfoam these little bastards into the wall.
They have bird lice. We found this out when I leaned against his end table to peer out at them and leaned back with my forearms covered - literally, covered - in creepy crawling bugs.
I did not freak out. I calmly went into the bathroom and rinsed them off. Then I took a shower. It's a good thing I was here to do laundry anyway, because I was NOT putting those clothes back on until they'd been boiled with soap and borax.
Cannot tell if the itchies are an actual reaction from minimites biting me or just a brain reaction to EW EW EW GET THEM OFF ME ARE THEY GONE YET GET THE NAPALM!
ugh.
They have bird lice. We found this out when I leaned against his end table to peer out at them and leaned back with my forearms covered - literally, covered - in creepy crawling bugs.
I did not freak out. I calmly went into the bathroom and rinsed them off. Then I took a shower. It's a good thing I was here to do laundry anyway, because I was NOT putting those clothes back on until they'd been boiled with soap and borax.
Cannot tell if the itchies are an actual reaction from minimites biting me or just a brain reaction to EW EW EW GET THEM OFF ME ARE THEY GONE YET GET THE NAPALM!
ugh.