Also fun, cleaning up animal vomit. Taking care of a neighbor's cats and I forgot to give them the hairball medicine. Good thing I came back to the house the same evening to use the bathroom quickly, found a big round golfball poopie in the main hallway and two piles of vomit in the living room. Cleaned up the little vomit pile, no problem. Big vomit pile still had food shapes in it and was being re-eaten by a few score ants.
I don't know why but the ants grossed me out more than the puke did.
This thread took a weird turn. I think.
Don't kid yourself, friend. I still know how.
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