2005apr14. Now a few hours later, they know not to harvest my leg hair, but two of them are still working on the “don’t bite the hem of my shorts, even if they are luscious green” protocol. I have a theory that they cry a lot more when they’re hungry and I’m leaving them. “DON'T FORGET TO STOP AT GRASS KING NOT LIKE LAST TIME OR RATHER NOT LIKE NOT LAST TIME EL STUPIDO”
