Windows are now sealed. My place smells like cedar, and I’m ok with that.
I just had to kill one though, wielding a broom like the hammer of Thor. Hopefully that motherfucker knows that if I see one of his ugly friends, I’m sending them the good ole’ Asgard hello.
So, yeah. I no longer live in a Lovecraft novel, where I’m going crazy because imaginary huge abominations are stalking me.