Biskit the dog wants me to make a delivery for him. OK. Easy enough. He wants me to make the handoff to Ribbot. See that robot-y frog? Guess who that is? Please note that Sylvia the kangaroo is eavesdropping. She is a total noseybody, but has no role in this scenario. Anyway, why couldn't Biskit handle his own delivery since Ribbot was RIGHT THERE? hahaha
After the gift, which was a shirt, was given to Ribbot, he decided to get all super pumped and give me a major award. A BANANA. Um. I have bananas growing on the beach. hahahaha A BANANA! He couldn't do better than that? All the gifts I've sent to him in the mail, and he hands over a BANANA! So amusing. And I love how jazzed he is about his gift. He really thinks he's giving me something special. "it's all you, money!" hahaha
Let's talk about Sylvia, now. She is one of my favorites because she is clearly mentally disturbed. She's the one from the other Animal Crossing entry who said she likes to take tape and pick up all the lint from her carpets.
She's talking about a sheep in our town named Wendy. Wendy thought Sylvia didn't have enough furniture. Sylvia has plenty of furniture, and spends way too much time inside her house doing the cleaning. She uses tape to get lint off her rug, for Tom Nook's sake! I should give her a vacuum.
Wendy, by the way, is normal. I like her, too. I didn't hear the exchange between the two animals, but Sylvia is paranoid. She thinks people bury pitfall seeds around her house at night, even when they don't. hahaha She's too funny.
Yeah. So, she's going to become a HOARDER now to prove a point to Wendy? hahahaha As if she weren't messed up enough.
Then, Sylvia came to visit my house:
I realize the house is a bit... not as organized as it should be... but it's only because the house is a work in progress. I'm still in the process of collecting the furniture I need to complete the rooms. Sylvia is OBSESSED with cleaning. The way I see it, she wanted to come over on the spur-of-the-moment. I'm a big believer in coming over whenever you want if you want to see ME, but if you want to see my HOUSE, you need to make an appointment. And, if Sylvia thinks my house is cluttered, then SHE can whip out her super industrial sized roll of tape and get to work on the carpets, cob webs, furniture, and whatever else she thinks needs to pass the white glove test. It's a good thing I find her mental instability so entertaining.