So, DocCathode should just release snakes into his apartment?
It’s one solution, if he’s cool with snakes but rat phobic. I wouldn’t, though.
First I released snakes to get rid of the rats.
Then I got a new roommate named Patrick to get rid of the snakes.
Now I’m trying to get rid of Patrick. He snores at night.
A few years ago I found a shed snakeskin in our basement. I set our catch and release mousetraps, checked them daily, and caught 3 or 4 mice. I never saw the snake, but assume he left once there was no food supply.
I never mentioned the snakeskin to my gf until months later.
“I’m tired of these snakes in this apartment!”
Another anxiety nightmare. This time I dreamed the dean of my graduate school department was threatening to fire me (from my completely unrelated job) if I didn’t produce proof that I had COVID. The thing I hated is that when I first woke up, it took me longer than necessary to realize the letter from him wasn’t real. He’s dead. I don’t know what the fuck my subconscious is trying to work out, but I’m otherwise in a fine mood.
Nice one.
The one time complaining worked for me was when it was highschool graduation weekend and some kids had a hotel room for a party. The front desk ignored my first two calls. On my third call, I said that illegal activity (underage drinking) was occuring on their property, and now that they are aware of that, did they want to deal with it or let it go on with their knowledge? Even the dumbest night clerk could now see that he had a problem. Cops were there to clear the room shortly. I hated to be that guy, but fuck it, I needed sleep.
< Snake eats a rat >
“Oh, excuse me. Did I break your concentration…?”
Stomped a small brown mouse about an hour ago. I wonder how many other rodents are hiding in my apartment.
I somehow managed to sprain my jaw yesterday. Damn, this hurts!
Oh no…! Not “Steamboat Willie”…!
I said brown- not black and white!
Scabbers…?
He’s a rat, not a mouse. Besides, he deserves it.
Bernard?
DocCathode!? Well… if you say so…
I meant Scabbers.
I also had a Covid-related nightmare. I was actually napping an hour or so ago, which is unusual because I can generally never sleep during the day. I dreamt I was at a fancy restaurant with some well-to-do people I used to work for. The food came and all of it was miserable and tasteless and I had to apologize to everyone for recommending the place. Then I woke up and realized it was all triggered by my loss of taste and smell from Covid.
And Frasier Crane was one of the guests. He was mad at me because his meal was so sub-par.
What’d he have, tossed salad & scrambled eggs?