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Originally Posted by rangersarah2  I hate the crunch from the snails.
I found a dried bat in the spare room which must've flown in and not been able to get out again. Also found a dry frog that the cats had brought in. Assume it was alive when they brought it in, but it was in a warm room.... and I hate housework....
My worst though is realising that there are millions of baby toads around me, and that I must have trodden on a few to get there. I once refused to move until someone had cleared the way.
Is there any way to cheer this conversation up? |
Get some of the plastic bubble wrap and pop it. Sounds like fly pupae being crushed.
Best I can do.
