#zombierat

so like. the past week or so, there has been a putrid smell inside of my room. I had to vacate the vicinity at one point because it was just that bad. we all just assumed that it was hiding somewhere in my closet because that's where the smell came from.

it was assumed that something died in my room somewhere. my mother suspected rats or snakes. I suspected a human corpse.

today. today my dad finally looked for the rotting.... thing.

and he found it.

it ends up. it was a rotting rat corpse. and it wasn't in my room. it was in the pipe area place thingie between my room and my brother's room (my room and his room have a restroom in between).

so already. score.

it wasn't in my room.

but that's not even the best part.

the rotting rat corpse was closerclosercloser to my brother's room. not mine.

never mind the fact that it technically was not in his room.

IT WAS CLOSE ENOUGH. I WILL LAUGH AT HIM FOREVER FOR THIS. BAHAHAHAHAHA.

and he will never know that technically it wasn't in his room--HE WILL NEVER KNOW.

all he shall know is that it was a very scary zombie rat. BAHAHAHA.

serves him right for showing off his aluminum bumper and his song-filled phone. like. whatever. at least Commodore Butter Socks won't dent if he falls and at least he has my love. like. gosh.