
When mom wanted to take a shower this afternoon, she had a quite particular guest and peeping tom in the outside bathroom: The master of disaster was back!

We hadn’t seen him in a while and had already been afraid that he could have fallen victim to a road accident or a cat attack.

At the same time, we also clarified it for him that too much calling in the nighttime would be punished, and that it would be nice if he didn’t shit into our kitchen too often. 😆 😆