I should not be sweating at 9am when I haven't done any physical activity. Last night I was convinced there was something alive in my mattress. Turns out I was right - sort of. This morning Mr. M and I took my mattress outside and patted it down. We found a half dozen dead skinks (lizard thingies) between the foam and the mattress cover. Ew. I guess they were alive when I felt them moving under me. Guess I squished them? Double ew.
I can finally smell and taste again! It's great!
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