Long story short, I worked out that today would be an inopportune day to die so I did this comic and with any luck I’m still alive but who knows being those flies are obsessed with me and don’t they only land on dead things?
Just drop some crumbs and run for the hills.
Ants. Ants! Also little wild cats who need homes but I’m dealing with my feelings about feral cats not wanting to live with me and also I filled in the hole it wasn’t really this deep but that wouldn’t be funny and I’m trying to make it all funny, you guys.
Those fly traps with the plastic bag full of water? Renfield-level effectiveness, but the smell…oh, the smell.
I like to get to know the locals.
When you get legs, eventually legs gets you.
(Let’s have a flashback to when those rocks were placed, shall we?)
Back up all your stuff, but make sure you’re backing it up to things that work.
I wouldn’t mind her doing that to me, but….
Many receive advice, only the wise profit from it.
Just…a bug I saw one time.
All that matters.
I have no idea what that bug was, btw, I just ran before it could land on me.
I have reached the age where I longer collapse screaming into a heap when my furry babies bring a cicada close enough to fly up my face. I still creep away slowly.
I watched this happen and could not make the camera work fast enough.
Stealth hunk modes so stealthy it can’t be photographed but I tried.