I've been dying to kill them, this summer. Ever since the first night I encountered the one that punched them in the kitchen, I've been watching them secretly and watching myself at the same time. At first, only three or two of them were active. When I waved and stomped next to them, they seemed to hide, and even with the kitchen door open, their range of activities would not go too far beyond the kitchen. Until one day I found out that the ones commonly known as Scud were having fun in the kitchen and sink, and during the day they still left dark, small and hard marks on the dishes that contained the excess dishwashing water. I felt that they were a little wild, But still treat them silently like a pet. Then one day later, I turned on the faucet in the kitchen after eleven thirty in the evening, and I saw four shadows spread out lazily near the water outlet, as if they were the boss here, or even this water bucket was their nursing home and their home. back yard. I'm a little surprised. Finally, one day, the most advanced of them climbed out of the kitchen after eleven o'clock, and after lurking in the vantage point of the living room, finally, starting from a certain moment, it flew in the living room. It flies so fast, so fearless, and it's not very high. When I get tired, I rest, I fly when I want to, and I play the small living room like a playground, and make me run away in groups. From that day to today, after ten o'clock in the evening, I have started to advocate closing the kitchen door, and have implemented this idea most consciously and proactively. It is raining today, the temperature has dropped slightly, and the autumn tiger has not come yet. This is what happened between me and Xiao Qiang, who borrowed things from my house, in the past days of the summer.
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