i'm doing weird things that are freaking my mom out. like staring down the stairs in the morning or barking at an empty hallway at night. since our designated spider killer (grandpop fitz) is also in this ALASKA place, mom runs around the house like a psycho. usually i'd just eat the spider for her, but when its on the ceiling, it becomes problematic.
i'm just so upset and lonely that i pooped in the front room when mom was at work. i did it on the wood so she could clean it up easy, but she still wasn't happy. i guess i'll just keep looking out the window for them to come home.
P.S. mom fell down the stairs again.