My kitchen is a zoo.

Yes. You read correctly, my kitchen is a zoo. And more specifically  my kitchen is a petting zoo. It seems like furry creatures scurrying around my kitchen is a daily occurrence. I think it is time for me to stop fighting it. I think I shall put down food, put up a fence, hire a clown, and start charging admission. Come one come all!

7 thoughts on “My kitchen is a zoo.

  1. I am not sure how I am dealing with this. I hate spiders. About two night ago I froze all night, my blanket had fallen on the floor, but I was afraid to pick it up. I would die if I felt something crawl on me in the dark.