This gnat keeps trying to crawl up the sill of my shower window but is sliding down after a couple steps. He’s the last of a dying breed you see, I killed off most of them with my hands or a rolled up towel (I don’t read the paper), and so I leave him alone. I even start to feel pity for him, or maybe pity is the wrong word, empathy then, ‘cause he
(
Read more... )