I heard one of the so-called adults in the household use me as a threat again today. Boy, that joke got tired fast. "Be good, or you'll have to live in a box in the basement with your nose pressed up against the scent glands of a skunk." Right. As if I didn't have better things to do with my time.
I don't care how badly they misbehave--I'd never threaten one of my kits with having to live upstairs at all! Even with ear protectors and dark glasses, I don't see how anyone could stand it.
A least it's reasonably quiet down here, except when they do the laundry.
Well, I just needed to get that off my chest. Now, it's time to go crawl through the garbage and look for some reasonably fresh vegetables.
I've got to get a better job.