Me: Looking at Lydia ‘C’mere Lydia!’
Delia: Flying squirrel tackles my face while yelling ‘WE DONT NEED HER’
Me: looking at Lydia pats the bed ‘Come on up Lydia it’s ok!’
Delia: chases my hand all around the bed trying to tussle with it ‘OHMYGOD STOP INVITING THAT ASSHOLE’