Lately when I wake up I feel as though I've been sleeping in a herpetarium. A herpetarium is not a home for those afflicted with sexually transmitted diseases, by the way. For those of you who haven't been to a zoo lately, a herpetarium is a fancy term for a reptile and amphibian shelter.
Initials gets incredibly hot when he sleeps. His whole body just radiates heat, which can be nice in the fall and winter usually, but god-awful in the summer. He usually wakes up damp and sticky, and not in a good way. We're talking about moist sheets underneath where he lay.
I kept the air conditioning running for as long as humanly possible to make the sleeping arrangements as pleasant for me as possible. He doesn't notice how hot he gets when he sleeps, and has no complaints. Until yesterday, when the super turned on the heat in the building, and my bedroom became some sort of demon sauna from hell.
So what was I trying to say with the herpetarium lesson?
Initials smells like turtle farts.
