Kind Of, Sort Of…Completely Gross.

This guy…
Has been living on my nice, clean, kitchen countertop for a whole entire day now.
The “boys” (the three male species of W’s and Sweatiepy) have informed me that it is cool and awesome and it needs to live in our kitchen. For forever. They are quite insistent about their viewpoint.
The lone sane person in this household other than me (my sweet Weslea) walked into the kitchen, took a long look, pointed one finger at it and proclaimed “that is completely disgusting and needs to be outside.”
Amen, sistah! Amen.