Freeloaders

With the rain has come a whole host of freeloaders- insects, frogs, and lizards. New life looking for shelter. The sound of the rain sounds like someone creeping up to my house- it gives me a moment of panic. Nobody is supposed to be here.


Of course I somebody was here. They stole my foot brush off my outhouse wall. Who does that? I really don’t know what to think. I feel so violated and insecure. It makes me question the sanctity of my little fortress. So to all the freeloaders I say- take your asses elsewhere.