The weather is warming up, and I guess after putting traps in the kitchen last year they're rerouted to a new room. It doesn't help that it's the end of my workweek, so my bathroom floor is messy with hair, debris I've trudged in, and I'm sure plenty of body material that I can't even see or smell, as well as my laundry hamper of dirty, musky clothes.

It's bad enough that they're getting an anty-eyeful of me flopping around in the nude, but worse still, I'm probably stepping on more than a few while actively trying not to.

It's horrible being on the opposite end of your fetish. Is this what it's like being my RP partner? I'm so sorry. I beg of your forgiveness. AAHHHH