But previously it has only cat-and-moused him, trying to achieve the delicate balance of injuring him and yet not having to eat him alive, he then being too big in popularity to swallow.
Then there were cockroach hunts; we chased them out of their haunts, where at night they busily devoured currants, jam, and sugar; in fact their diet was far more varied than ours, for they made plentiful meals off our boots, the coverings of our books, and any stray pieces of flannel that came in their way.
With phobiac writer's cramp, they will re-educate to write with blackboard exercises[.]
Something similar happened with ATM machines giving away money in the UK and the people who took advantage are now in prison . . . it's a biatch I know, but honesty really is the best policy!
