ḅ̮̳̫͓̞̥̭͓̓ͧ͒͐ͣ̐͊ͣͭͮ̚̕͠͞͞ȩ̵̢̟͎͕̦͇̭͖̪̫ͧ̾̽̀ͥ̑̇ͫ͝͡ m̶̛̼̮͚͔̘̓̇̑̈͊͞͠_̨͍̝͔̺̌͌͜ͅȩ̴̡͔̰̯̹̺̙̯ͬ͛̏͂ͬ̒̍ͪ́̒ͦ̀̈́ͦ̎̂ͤ͝ǫ̵̷̛̮̳̰͕̣̝͚͙͙̖ͮͬ̽̍ͭͪ̎̋̚̕͢w̷̵̨̨̭̳̮͈̰̖̿̄̍̎͗̎ͮͣ̄́ͯ͘̚̕͟͡ á̸̛̻̻͓̯̩̺͎͔͛́̆͂ͮ̇̔̋̅̇ͭ͢͜͡͞f̴͉͙̜̭̯̦ͦͧ̍̏̏́r̵̸̸̨̛̰̖̲̹̼̺̤̞̘̠̟̜̭̰̟͔͖̦̻ͭ́̇ͫ̏͆̑̇̀̇̂͂͗̍̒̚͢͠͡͡͠͞ͅãͥͫḯd͇̪̑̀
Right? Mine regularly degrades my sanity by racing about at 3am and defying the laws of gravity and conservation of mass that govern my reality.
I wish mine raced around more. But they don’t like eachother, so when they do rarely do it, it ends up in a hissing battle. It makes me sad.