Boxes

Yesterday 3 guys came with an incredible amount of large boxes and proceeded with piling them up all over the place, opening some, spreading their content all over the place, including little nasty paper shreds beurk-beurk. The house is a maze I don't recognize anything. I fear that if I bump in one of them I'm going to destabilize its upper brothers and the last thing I want is to finish crushed under a box and watch the beast barf on the carpet while in agony without being able to do anything.

Oh yeah. I suppose I didn't tell you ! The beast loves food, it loves food so much that pretty much every morning it wakes them up to get some additional wett food on top of its crunchy stuff. And that's not all he gets a refill every evening as well. That thing stinks. I don't know how it can eat it, I wouldn't want to even try. So the beast loves food, you all know that now. But what you don't know yet is that it rushes so fast to eat te prized meals that it will end up barfing it all over the place regularly. This voracious animal is just astonishing.

I am left with boxes to bonk-bonk in all the weekend as they apparently packed for a trip. I hope they'll come back and move the stuff this is making my task impossible.