The Wormlips Scrapbook

I started thinking how scary Stella would be if she was a spider.

As if it weren’t bad enough that Stella disemboweled that Christmas ornament yesterday — in my bare feet I stepped on a small, painful object that turned out to be the hand of an angel — she’s come up with a new little trick. Under cover of darkness she tip-paws over to the tree, carefully [...]

I hate my stupid dog.