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See, bugs are like exes, you think you're finally free, then one shows up uninvited and suddenly your whole week revolves around them again. Except instead of ghosting them, you're paying an exterminator a small fortune to convince them to leave. And can we talk about the parental logic of "I saw the problem, but I didn't say anything, I figured I'd handle it"? That's not a home repair strategy, that's a horror movie setup. "We heard something in the walls, but we didn't want to worry anyone" energy, except instead of a ghost, it's a leaking fridge slowly turning your ceiling into soup.
Then there's the "we forgot the fish in the garage" defense, a phrase no one has ever said in the history of functioning households. At some point, forgetting stops being an accident and starts being a lifestyle choice, like religiously choosing chaos as your personality.
Honestly, the wildest plot twist isn't the roaches or the fish, it's parents in their 50s pulling the "we're too old to change" card like they're pitching early retirement from basic responsibility. Nice try, but nobody's buying that as an excuse to skip dishes.
Loving your parents and needing a hazmat suit to visit them can absolutely coexist. Just maybe keep the fridge on lockdown next time.
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