I have a Star Wars puzzle lying on my floor, and I swear the pieces are fucking breeding. They're everywhere - I've even found one in a pocket of my backpack, which has always been on the other side of the room from the nest puzzle box. I feel like I should prepare an offering or something, just in case.
I just almost got stabbed in the stomach. With a knife that came flying out of our garbage disposal. *shakes head* I'm almost kinda disappointed it didn't hurt me, 'cause that'd be fun to tell everyone in the emergency room. "How'd you get stabbed?" "Our kitchen sink did it." *snerksnerk*