A perfectly normal, calm evening in Casa de Pulga. I crawl into bed, read a bit, turn off the light. Am nearly asleep when the Hunny comes to bed (he's a rockstar, you know - Guitar Hero has that effect on middle aged men). So I'm barely awake when he turns on his light and screams like a little girl. Because of this:
It was on his pillow. I have no idea how it got there. Creepy little thing.
He started to crush its little plastic ping pong ball type head when I yelled at him, "No! Don't kill it! We need to save this one!"
Hunny: "Why? Give me one good reason to save this worthless clown's life!"
The Good Flea: "Why, for Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys), of course."
Y'all, if you're not familiar with Pearl, head over for a visit. Tell her I said hello. And that Liza Bean will get a creepy package in the mail before Halloween. Mwahahahaha!
Until I write again ...