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| I sprayed then sprayed then wrote a book of Post-Its. |
This is most confusing note I've seen so far. Not just because the note itself is disjointed and spastic. This note is confusing because per the content, it would appear that:
1. Norm and I would gladly watch ants parade around the apartment, reveling as their sticky little thoraxes climb all over us and nod in wonder as they swarm our food.
2. Ant traps had been set out for us to place all over the house, clearly marked with Post-It instructions.
3. We cannot fathom how arduous a task it is to clean out cupboards and spray them down with vinegar.
No one told me it was Opposite Day at the Asylum!
The other confusing thing about this situation? When I opened my cupboard, everything had been put back in random configurations. Brown sugar was on one shelf, white sugar on another, one kind of protein bar on the bottom shelf, and the other on the top. If you had taken all of my stuff out, thrown it in a bag, and hurled it back at the shelves like a shot-put, it would have made more logical sense than this.
Also, all the clothespins I use to seal open containers had been removed.
I thought maybe I remembered badly or lost some of them or had a ghost like I thought I did in a previous apartment where the doors kept closing randomly. But then I found them in a pile in the communal utensil drawer.
As if I had stolen them for a wild turn at sealing bags of rice willy-nilly.
It's not Opposite Day. It's Mind-Fuck Day!
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