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Randy Moon was woken by screaming.
Understandably, she was quite startled at first, being only half-conscious and all.
But after a few seconds of What On Earth Is Going On, she quickly realized it was only Christopher.
Also known as the fossa - Cryptoprocta ferox - who was afraid of everything.
Literally.
She instantly considered not bothering even getting up and was even going back to sleep, but the second Chris burst into her room with the most pathetic expression on his face she felt a little rotten.
"What is it now?" she asked, doing her best to sound annoyed.
"W-well..." Chris tried to reply, looking like a total idiot.
"Theressilverfishinthelooandihatesilverfishcanyougetthemformeplease?"
Randy blinked.
"Speak up, would you? I'm a bit deaf in my right eye!" she exclaimed, ears twitching.
Chris sighed as if he were being forced to admit his biggest secret and repeated,
"There's silverfish in the loo, and I hate silverfish."
Silverfish are little bugs that live in the bathroom and have parties at night and scuttle across the floor in the morning.
"...could you get them for me? Please? Pretty please?"
Randy rolled her eyes, smiling.
"You're hopeless, you know that?" she said, dragging herself out of bed and grabbing the FishmothBuster 2345, a.k.a a dustpan and brush.
Chris only looked embarrassed and shuffled his feet.

"Shoo, you little scabs! Shoo off to the ceviche from whence you came!"
To be honest, Randy wasn't too concerned with silverfish and just brushed them into the corners.
Which was probably why history always did that annoying broken record thing and repeated itself.
But today, Randy actually gave the matter some thought and decided that This Would Not Do and Something Must Be Done And Fast.
So she dropped the FishmothBuster 2345 and began to mess with bits of string instead.

Around ten minutes later, she was in the kitchen eating a waffle banana sandwich.
Randy had a bit of a thing for waffle banana sandwiches.
It was around here that Randy's father - his name was Zachary Moon for those curious - came in, still half asleep.
"What, no sorbet?" he asked, and quite rightly because there was homemade raspberry sorbet in the freezer and raspberry sorbet is very yummy, but you have to say it 'sor-bay' or else it doesn't make sense since if you don't it sounds like 'sore bit' and sore bits don't have flavours, raspberry or otherwise.
"No, my ankle's just fine now," replied Randy - and they both fell about laughing.
"Oh, and by the way," Randy's dad suddenly said, stopping mid-laugh, "Why is there toothpaste in the pink bathroom?"
"Blue." Randy corrected. "We haven't used the pink one for a year."
"Oh."
"It's a trap." she began to explain as well as any Nobel scientist. "Silverfish eat toothpaste, right?"
"Right."
"So you put a blob of toothpaste in the middle of the floor."
"Right."
"And the silverfish come and eat it."
"Right."
"But the toothpaste..."
"What about the toothpaste?"
Randy lowered her voice as if it were a terrible secret, and whispered quietly,
"...the toothpaste is on flypaper."
And they both fell about laughing for the second time today.