I have a new hobby. I can’t be blamed. My little Pest is.Pest loves to be just that. He is a little bug and I, well, I am at the height of a ten story building and can stomp him, squash him, and swat him like any other vermin.
He runs. He hides. Since he can not stay away, he gets caught. Sometimes, I step on him and he is glued to the sole of my shoe. When he is in his stealthiest mode, I will find him crawling on my arm or shoulder. Of course, I immediately flick him off. He buzzes, literally, through the entire giantess phone sex call. Bzzzzz!
When Pest has the energy, he leads me all over my home, until I corner him, after minutes, sometimes hours, of trying to rid my world of the annoying bastard. When I do, I end the chase and Pest? He ends. 😉