“Finally, Charlie gave up the hunt and placed (the puppy) back on the floor, dispatching fleas was not his idea of a romantic evening, unless you happened to be a twisted exterminator, he thought.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.””Don’t worry,” I whispered over the line, “I’m an expert on stupid.””You’re…””Like, I can spot stupidity, because I know it so well. The way an exterminator knows bugs really well, and can spot where they’ve been? I’m like that. A stupidinator.””Never say that word again,” Prof said.”