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Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: "I'm happy to help," you sigh. "It is their feeding time," he explains, gravely. You ...

"I'm happy to help," you sigh.

"It is their feeding time," he explains, gravely.

You were sure you were going to be tasked with cleaning The Litter Box of Chaos.

"They prefer roaches, rats, or raw eggs," he says as hungry polecats swarm around your feet. "There are pigeon nests on the roof near the spire, and bugs out by the kitchen trash. The rats you can find basically anywhere."

He hands you a flashlight and sack. "Happy hunting."

He leaves as you face the hungry, swirling fur tornado.