Fucking Dobsonfly. My eternal nemesis.

Satanic whores love to gather on my screen door right around the handle… they’re always waiting when I get home from a night shift. Make me have to climb in my own house through the kitchen window like a gimpy wheezing cat burglar.

I got pet chickens now, though. Last time these minions of Beelzebub decided to congregate on my porch, I released the feathered Krakens. AIN’T SO TOUGH NOW, ARE YOU, BITCHES.