In the chill of night, at the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light, he arrives just in time.
Halloween's not tomorrow. Nope. I refuse to believe it. After all, how are you supposed to go trick or treating when it's hot enough to wear shorts and a tank top? Nevertheless, holiday food has to be made. So I baked up some Vegan Chocobats the other night. What exactly would a vegan bat eat, anyway? A lactose intolerant mouse? I dunno.
But there are more to these bats than what you see. Their lives do not start and stop at cookie-dom. Nope, I have big plans for these orthodontically challenged bad boys. Just you wait and see.
In other oddity news O.G. keeps buying crap. No, seriously, cheap crap toys for the kids. While it is appreciated I often wonder if she has seriously lost it. She never thinks these things through and buys things that you throw (danger), shoot (more danger) or are freakish. Such as the latest crap toy is a mini Spider-man who grows to 600 TIMES his size when put in water. Note: it says 'choking hazard NOT for children under 3'. Rules, schmules, I guess. It is suggested that he be dropped into a bottle. So I put this thing in - which takes TEN days by the way, hell, my vacuum still isn't fixed but apparently I can grow my own Spider-man in the same amount of time.And ten days later? I've got a crazy f*ed up science experiment on my counter.How'd you like running into that in the middle of the night when you're going to get some water?? As if I don't already have a stalker giraffe problem, now I've got these things.
Now look, it grew, great wonderful, big deal. But the damn things CAN'T COME OUT. Don't you think the trash man is going to be like WTF kind of freak experiments are you doing embalming miniature Spider-men in milk bottles? I'm just going to leave them on the street. I'm sure the neighbors will be thrilled.