[ March 30th, 2003 at 1:17 pm ]

Apparently, the worst thing about Molly’s and Twinkie’s life on Brockton Drive is the vacuum cleaner. This towering force of pure evil brings a screaming cacophony into their normally serene world, and though it is quickly forgotten, while the vacuum is around they both cower in corners, under the bed, in a litterbox. Later they emerge, feeling quite shaken but immensely grateful. For I was able to exorcise Satan from the house, and they love me.