Annie's fanged bunny. Which I found hilarious and therefore took a picture of. Yep, you guessed it--it's the killer rabbit from Monty Python.
For two weeks I had a strawberry plant growing in a bag on my wall. Molly poked at it, I think, but tactfully refrained from commenting on the strangeness of her roommate. (On an added note, I think this is the strawberry plant that's got the virus through vertical transfer, since I took it off of a runner. Nothing else explains the sudden 6 healthy leaflet to 0 healthy leaflet in one day transition (this morning). All the other plant diseases are slower. Then again, nothing quite beat the speed of the virus when it switches from lysogenic to the lytic cycle and starts killing cells.)
What final had done to the state of our rooms. The mug is crime-scene evidence of my current tea-dependence which, unless I'm very much mistaken, is now also shared by Anna.
And to think that chemical-wise, coffee is more addictive.
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