It’s so sad when I put the little nugbugs on the windowsill, right outside where the window would normally come down, and they just stand there for a second. And then she (above is a girl, just like the one I just put outside) turns around and heads back towards the inside. And she crawls up onto the ledge coming into my house, and she just stands there for a second and stares at me. She’s now completely back in my house as she takes a couple steps more forward, as to say, “Really, you’re really putting me out in the cold like this?” And as much as I hate to, I’m like, no dude, go. You gotta go. And I push her little feet around towards the bitterness of winter. And she makes her way slowly outside back into the cold where she belongs. But she’ll be alright. We were all put in this world to be in a certain place, and hers unfortunately wasn’t with me in my room, or she’d die. So I’ve saved my life for the day.
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