The Pesky Dangers of Sleep Regression

In recent weeks I have broken glasses, dropped large containers of food inside the fridge, left a perfect line of my car’s paint along the wall of my driveway taking Violet to school, oh, and a couple of days ago I went to move a pan I was actively cooking on with my bare hand. Not grabbing the handle, no, the fucking pan itself. Twice, I did that TWICE.

Hermit Crabs: A Pet FOR LIFE

they need to be able to bury themselves in sand and substrate to safely molt, and there’s the threat of cannibalism if you fail to meet these criteria. And they are actually social…with each other. To a point. That point again being cannibalism.

Lil’ Lexicon

I should note that when she asks for something, and is denied that thing, she will ask a second time. Only the second time will be in a tiny demon voice. It’s grated, and low, but also screaming?

Cockroach War vol.1

 I was reminded of those cute little ant farms from some primary grade classroom. This reminded me of those, only instead of  a little window into the  fascinating ant way of life, this was a horrific portal into some vast hellscape made of nothing but scratchy multitudes of legs, biting mouths and the endless flutter of shiny, smokey brown wings.