#sorry bugs

I am not going to have an ongoing bed bug infestation. All of the bites I have are pre-existing. All alive bugs remain in the Ibis budget Wien. Once they enter this house their bodies burst like popcorn in the hot hot dryer.

The equivalent of 32 trillion 9/11s happen each time I mix up my compost

So hm, I just discovered a plastic container of rotting fruits and dead worms, those tiny white fruit ones, on my balcony. About 3 weeks ago I discovered the fruit has started to go bad and there were some worms in it, but it was too yucky to deal with, so I just wraped it in a bag and put it on the balcony, but then I frogot about it. Well the reason I’m telling this is; damn imagine what a brutal death that was for those worms. Trapped with around 30 other of their kind in a small plastic container, that is filled with delicious food. Souns like heaven at first right? But you are trapped there, and the food rotts to the point that even you can’t eat it, the air is starting to get thinner, but you can’t get out. Heaven turns into hell. You are barely alive, spending the last few moment of your life surrounded by your dead (probably) relatives, crushed under a pile of rotten (once delicious) food, unable to escape untill you draw your last breath as well.

i haven’t checked on my roaches in a few days and now i feel like a bad parent.