When you keep chasing that single piece of cat poop that keeps rolling away from the scooper over and over and over again until you realize through your lack of eyeglasses that it isn’t rolling it’s running and it’s a spider.
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When you keep chasing that single piece of cat poop that keeps rolling away from the scooper over and over and over again until you realize through your lack of eyeglasses that it isn’t rolling it’s running and it’s a spider.