There is a thing in my house.
It is probably like, ten times SMALLER than me.
It's injured. Or sick. Or something. I mean, this thing would not make it through natural selection.
It poops in a BOX. I know, I smelled the box. I wasn't allowed to climb into it though, so I don't know why that THING was.
I am FOR REALS terrified of this thing though.
I know I'm getting to be a big boy (I turned nine months old yesterday!) but you guys don't even know. She has only been here two days and she is already smacking me around and making creepy noises with her mouth.
Do you want to know the worst part?
Mom and Dad say she's my SISTER.
Shit. Just. Got. Real.
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