Today I turned 29. I woke up to a sweet text message from a friend, and went to wash my face. There on the mirror was a message from Jasmine:
If you struggle to read that, it says: "Liz- for your birthday, Pterodactyl [our running joke-a plastic dinosaur] caught something for you! Love you and Happy Birthday! Check my door- oh, and its safe."Jasmine's door:
Mmm. Happy birthday to me from Pterodactyl. Like when your cat brings you a dead lizard.
I thought you may need a size reference so I added this picture. Even without his head (and however much of his body she discarded, he is so disturbing. He is almost as fat as a Sharpie and a bit longer (even headless.) The worst is that they still move and stuff without their heads- they just can't bite. But its still very disturbing. (Con: exoskeletal creeper tacked to your friend's door. Pro: It can only get better from there ;)
Birthday no. 29 is officially underway.
