Adaptive Curmudgeon

Acorns Are Stalking Me: Part 0

This morning there was one acorn in my boot. Not 50 acorns. Not 1000 acorns. Just one.

Just one!?! Those bastards! The mice are fucking with me! I’m being gaslit by Mus musculus and it’s going to give me a heart attack.

In the next few posts I will explain everything.

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