It's frosty this morning, and there's gonna be a buttload of snow coming our way, so why shouldn't things be weird around here? This morning we've been visited by this fly that seems fearless, and it doesn't move when I tap a pen right in front of it. It just keeps staring with those million fly eyes. And then there's this thing:
Is it a worm? Is it a piece of plastic? It looks organic, and I aint touchin' it. The fly is missing now, so we don't have a picture of it. Sorry. AND NOW THERE'S GONNA BE SNOW! Sheesh.