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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
SOS SOS SOS.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Creepy crawlie invasion.

I went to the toilet just now, and felt something on my hand, and shook it off. Later I realised it was/could be a lizard, since I saw one massive papa lizard on the door and two baby lizards on the wall. D:

Then I was walking out of the kitchen and saw of all things, a SLUG. Yes an icky slug that was half on the rug half on the floor. HOW DO I KILL IT??!? AND HOW ON EARTH DID IT GET HERE??? I know just outside my kitchen is the backyard, but seriously, this is RIDICULOUS. Best thing is, it's headed out for the dining room now, where the computer is, and where I am. No not exactly in my general direction, but still, EWWWWW. I've seen roaches, beetles (some brown and small, one massive and bright metallic green) and moths, but oh the list has just expanded. Pray tell, how do I get rid of it??? My first thought I think was to squash it with a piece of tissue paper (maybe like 10, 20 sheets) but now it's not a hard beetle that can actually be squashed. Second was to go grab some salt and sprinkle it around that thing, but after remembering how Mrs Tan once gave us a live demo and explanation of how it kills those snails and slugs (some osmosis thing), I decided it was too mean. I mean. The thing probably didn't know it was headed into the house for a slug-phobic inhabitant right. BUT IT'S SERIOUSLY FREAKING ME OUT MAN. Now to see it, I simply turn my head to the right and there that living, breathing, MOVING brown strip is. THAT'S BAD. I've contemplated leaving it be, but the thought of it climbing up the dining table (which we do not eat at, actually) and onto some random mail scares me somehow. And no I can't coax that little guy out of the house, because frankly, I DON'T WANT/DARE TO. AHHHHHHH. Save me. OH NO BANANAS IT'S CRAWLING TO THE DINING TABLE. AHHHHHHHHHH.

I think I 'll go ask Dorcas for a solution. It's ten times more likely that there in England her entire family is awake now. Compared to mine. They're all in lalaland now.

DEAR GOD PLEASE HELP ME.

Amen.