I have been very stressed because of mites in my quarantine room and an iguana getting sick.
I have been sulking all night, then suddenly laughed because I imagined some dipcrap also having mites, then he researched on the forums, removed his snakes and water bowls, then sprayed his entire rack with PAM, and waited for it to dry for hours and hours before realizing that you're not supposed to spray your snake rack with cooking spray. Then he has to wash everything and his wife called him an idiot. The laughter made me feel human again.
And before any of you accuse me of being that guy, no. I'm not him. He doesn't ecist. He is a figment of my imagination. I already took care of the mites, and I don't even have a wife. I probably will never have one. If I kept retics I may marry the crazy cat lady for obvious reasons but since I don't keep retics I'm a bachelor for life.
LOL I'm sober I SWEAR!!! Look how accurate my spelling is!
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