Why?

This is why I have to go to bed right now with the covers over my head and whimper and shiver until it's time to get up in the morning(ish):





Yeah, that motherfucker--and I make no apologies for using the term, because it's an evil, vile thing--just ran the hell across my floor. AND, Louis didn't care. He watched it go, and I can only imagine, thought, "Oh, interesting. That thing doesn't smell like bacon, so I gues I'll just go back to sleep." AND, Eli, who is a CAT, for God's sake, saw it, looked at me, and then JUMPED ON THE BED IN A LAME ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE THE MULTI-LEGGED MENACE.


I'm buying a snake tomorrow.