Stripy terrorist mother f*****s

I hate them. They are bigger than ever, angry, and they take pleasure in chasing you. Utter bastards.

This particular one I found in the 3yo's bedroom, having a frenzy with itself in the window. I am attempting to identify how/where he got in.

I never kill them either.. Not so much out of empathy but because they allegedly give off some kind of pheromone that attracts others when they're dying! Ugh!

Day working from home was appreciated after what feels like a very long week at work, and only halfway there!

Maybe I should do this '100 happy days' thing, and remind myself of all the good bits in life :)