That dirtbag, every night, says goodnight, only to come back through my bedroom into the kitchen to dig through and steal
our food more than once, knowing full well that we can't afford anything extra most weeks. And tonight, it had the nerve to speak to me, in something that wasn't even close to English, and refused to repeat itself.
I hope the food it stole and ate raw will make it sick. That thing spends hundreds on snack food, it doesn't need to steal our food.
