Day 32

I was not impressed by the amazing feats little critters do to gain my attention. I know, I'm like a God to them; those devilishly tiny things I so uncareingly murder before happy hour. I get to play snap for a whole hour by myself each day! But those spiders. Those death spiders, they encase all things I needs to get to. Once I had a whole gaggle of disgusting RedBacks nesttled on my pillow. Their poo just rolling over into my face. Anyway, snap is so much fun. I really love that game. But seriously, A baby spider bungie-jumped right onto my face and I have had enough. Out with the flyspray, I was, screaming "Prepare for ultimate destruction and mercyless doom you filthy death creatures from the unknown cracks of worlds beyond [breathing occured here]. AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" And now I have a mass graveyard in my lounge room.

Their Souls Will Come For Me, For I Murdered Them.