It was hideous. I couldn't clean it up. I had air freshener in one hand and about 78345 paper towels in the other. I stood there for like 10 minutes. Staring at the shoe that lived on top of the pile that once was a bug. Whining.
And then Austin dances in. "Really, Flo?" he says. (Flo being my ultra-flattering Dumb and Dumber-inspired nickname that was given to me after I started to work at a restaurant where there exists a soup of the day.)
He shakes his head. Then sends the sad creature down the toilet.
I have such a terrible rep of only half-exterminating insecty things around here.
Oops.
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