The Sea is a Salty One

This iguana is giving you the stink eye and planning on shitting on something you love. By yesterday afternoon I was just done with having those guys here working on the roof and ceilings. Noisy, dusty, no tranquilo. My bedroom is taped up and swathed with plastic sheeting. I had to climb over sheeted furniture to rescue my toothbrush and nightgown. Reacting to the plastering, asthma and sneezing and then I had to deal with shit, literal shit. We moved into one of the guest rooms. I didn't bother with changing the sheets or quilt. Both had been put on the bed within a few months clean. No one had slept in the bedroom for months. Clean if not entirely fresh smelling. Imagine my surprise when I folded back the quilt and could feel the gritty stuff shifting around. Okay, so my stray Scabby (renamed Bun-Bun with the bunny silhouette on his back) has been napping on the bed, and I'm guessing the grit was from him. Shook out the quilt and continued on, pulling back the sheets only to...