Horatio the Mute assures me he will catch the escaped Snaggletooth Spider soon. He has laced his own mouth with traps. He sleeps with his jaw open, and various dental aromas smeared all over his body.
In the mean time, I sleep on the porch stoop, for I need my teeth in full health.
It’s quite cold outside. I need a very warm blanket, and ear muffs.
My neighbors have no idea what’s going on, and I don’t want to tell them. I’d hate for some zoning laws to fine me for my odd bestiary.