I spent the day battling vermin.
Queen sawdust and her wall chomping drones are consuming the weathercave at an alarming rate. Like any other typical I.V. apartment the walls are paper-thin. Now they’re paper-thin and have the density of Styrofoam. I have purchased a small biohazard suit to protect the weatherpet, and in light of inactive weathercave management am waging war upon the termite menace. Vacuum, butane lighter, and Windex in hand I pledge to rid my walls of the subterranean evil.
Thursday’s Forecast: Pledge, I hadn’t thought of pledge.