It must be that somewhere in the code of how to live right passed down to me it's written that I should keep an orderly and private home. Its walls should be tight. Selected plants should grow in pots and every other place within should be a monument to barrenness and death.
Bugs used to drive me crazy and now I don't mind them. It used to freak me out when garlic and onions sprouted in my kitchen, and now I think it's sort of neat. Though sad, because it means I haven't been cooking enough lately (stuff is just stuck in the pipe).
I am going to have to show my apartment soon, and I'm having those job-interview thoughts. What if that big bug that's been living in the bathroom comes out in front of the visitors? The thought is, "Should I present it in a way that I think they will probably like, not knowing who they are or having any way to know what they'd like?"