I’m a killer.

In my house there live three plants. Three actual, non-plastic plants that I was somehow conned into purchasing as opposed to my strict plastic-greens-only policy up to that point. Because people, much like with babies, always feel like it’s their destiny to convince you to bring things into a house that require care. Whether it’sContinue reading “I’m a killer.”

Damn ‘Rona

A little sparrow flew into my living room French doors today. Not because they’re so impeccably clean that you think they might be open, mind you, because I am a lot of things in life, but not a frequent window-cleaner. The dull thud when it hit the glass distracted me from something I was editingContinue reading “Damn ‘Rona”

A series of unfortunate (pet-)events

Disclaimer:Before you start reading this: know that I am a true and honest petlover. I love the fluffy, the scaley, the scruffy and the slimy all in equal measure (except for wasps and jellyfish cause they freak me the fuck out). I cuddle puppers and have fostered loads of kittens and I volunteered at theContinue reading “A series of unfortunate (pet-)events”