Some creature is desperately trying to reproduce in my room. Every morning when I wake up
there are cocoons in various places. However I fear that I will never know what this creature is because the chances of any of these cocoons surviving until they hatch is incredibly low.
The stupid creature hangs cocoons from such precarious places as "my ceiling fan" or "my shower head" or "the inside of my toilet bowl" and I'm sorry but I refuse to melt, smell bad, or not flush to preserve the life of this creature.
I did try to be careful with the cocoon that was in my door hinge (try was the operative word) and I never intentionally shake things, but none the less, these cocoons just fall to their death like rain. Perhaps it's for the better. Any creature that can't at least case a spot for it's offspring a little bit maybe shouldn't be reproducing at all.
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