Earl Develops an Irrational Fear of My Bedroom

This one's all me because I woke up this morning and for the first time in a week and a half felt like there was a good possibility something could get done, so I set about cleaning up my house which was a hot mess topped off with god damn disaster sprinkles. In the process I decided to put away the laundry in my bedroom and move the bed, or, the mattresses, since I don't have an actual bed frame anymore. Only problem was Earl was on the bed and either didn't want to move or was paralyzed with fear of the monster dust bunnies I had unearthed. (To be honest, I was a bit afraid of the monster dust bunnies.) I ended up moving the bed with Earl on it. Probably not the best thing for my back, and it was certainly what pushed Earl over the edge and into his vat of irrational fear. He didn't want to get off of the bed, or around the bed and I had to drag him down and out of the room. He won't come down the hallway now. Back to square one.

I don't know how my mother keeps her house so neat if the Snickerdoodle follows her around like she does me because I spent just as much time screaming, "Emmah!... Move!!" as I did dusting and vacuuming.