Found this little fella on the inside of our screen door this morning. He was promptly evicted.
One day we won’t have to wear these things in public anymore, but for now we can at least do our level best to beat those pesky facial recognition CCTV cameras.
If you've spent any appreciable amount of time listening to the radio in Montréal since the mid-80s, this needs no explanation.
I'm not sure how this bee is going to fly after hitting the motherlode like this...
... except when it comes to straight razors.
The house is now teenager-less.