Me: So, Gustave, how long are you planning to remain suctioned to my face?
Me: I see. Well, I’ll tell you what. You get off my face for a while, and maybe we’ll just sit together like civilized adults and hairy monsters while I catch my breath.
So, Gustave and I are on better terms. He’s still hanging around, but at least now I can breathe. And crochet a llama! Yes! I’m crocheting a llama! A really cute one!