There are tiny, yellow styrofoam snowflakes on every surface of our apartment.

Someone cooked chicken last night and forgot that their holy terror of a feline friend is obsessed with shredding styrofoam. Especially if that styrofoam smells or tastes of food products.

Guys, I fought it. I fought it as long as I could ... but can I squalor, too? If you need me, I'll be in wine, drinking bed* as you deliberate.

*Yeah, that's what I typed. I saw it and thought it was too funny to fix. You wanna go?