“I hate it when you do that!”

I have muttered that phrase numerous times and she has never heard me – not until tonight. But this time, she seemed to react!

I will have to acquire a different nesting location. I can’t imagine where!

I detest the boy’s closet. It smells of dirty socks and underwear, dried worms and whatever else he decides to stash in it.

I fear the attic because mice live up there! The mice are as frightened of me as I am of them but in the attic I would never get any rest.

Why does Gwen have to tattle on me?

She doesn’t tell her Mommy about the dolls’ midnight tea parties,Teddy Bear’s gymnastics or even Barbie and Ken’s shenanigans!

Why does she make it so difficult for me?

Oh well, I have at least 24 hours before the next pssssh-psssssh!!! And I have to admit that I can tolerate air freshener much easier than the alternative nesting areas that I have investigated thus far.

Maybe soon, I will figure out my purpose, fulfill my assignment and move on.