An observation: If you jump blindly into the murky water of the everglades in search of not one, but two, fully grown ten-foot alligators while armed only with a noose, and your major concern with the coming nightfall is that “it makes it harder to catch ‘em,” then well, you’re just trying to make the rest of us look bad.
I wipe my bathtub down with a washcloth before filling it; I mean, you never know if a spider crept through the night before, right?
I’m fucking so ashamed.