Last night I went upstairs. Tired, ready to sleep.
Suddenly, I felt an impending sense of doom...
I slowly opened my bedroom door...
|I've taken to wearing a hoodie in my room in case of spiders attacking from above.|
To find this:
|Red ribbon! As far as the eye could see!|
My previously clean (ish) room was literally covered in ribbon. It didn't take me too long to figure out who had executed this cunning attack on my sanctuary.
It was Quincy.
I attempted to communicate my feelings about this act of wanton destruction to him in a calm and collected manner, but I don't think he understood the message.
Being the responsible adult that I am, I shoved it all in the closet to deal with later. One day I will have the last laugh Quincy. One day.