“Help Me!” it screamed as I opened the jar of Tiger Balm.
Again, with the insects in my lotions and liniments.
Jeff Goldblum, can't you get a proper job? Leave me alone already.
Last week there was that brown recluse in my bottle of Vicks Vapor Rub. I was so damned congested, I nearly missed seeing the sucker.
And the dead wasp floating in Paw Paw’s Polygrip.
Worst of all. What the hell were fire ants doing in my gal’s tube of K-Y Jelly?
I’m telling you, living in this terrarium certainly has had its drawbacks. Moving here certainly has turned out to be the fly in the ointment!
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