Whatever it is you will now spend an hour looking for the bug you are convinced they saw.
The concept of mortality and the oppressively heavy idea that at any moment, any and everything you are can suddenly cease to exist outside of the memories of people that probably never even knew the real you.
Or it could be a spider.
Your ankles. Oh, wrong answers only.
His contact lens.
you’re trying to tie your shoes with a cat in the house
rabid dust bunnies
The braincell.
throwing up on carpet in 3…2…1
A cucumber
Your soul.
An Italian tradition. Many have attempted to imitate it but a true connoisseur can always tell the real deal from an impasta.
Rats and mice.
Hmm, looks the vicious sort to be hunting for bargains at the supermarket
Definitely a Black Friday hunt.
The One Piece
For cats, it would probably be “the one braincell”
Red October.
“Give me a meow, Vasili, one meow only please.”
