The Visigoths invaded this weekend. Eight people in the apartment, including six young male jugglers. I declared a rule, with the aim of reducing smell in the living room where they were all sleeping, that everyone who had been juggling had to have a shower before sleeping. Which meant that, holy shit, there was a lot of pubic hair in the bathroom.
That’s where R Daneel came to the rescue! Every day when we went out, we set him off into the bathroom, and we came back to a pubic hair-free bathroom. What an amazing invention.
Was it Geeknights where I first heard the term “Visigoths” to refer to a big group of people coming to stay and ransacking the fridge and despoiling the alters?