He actually hasn't played that in forever. I would trade it in if I could get anything more than maybe a dollar for it.
Maybe you should wear socks that don't impede your circulation.
I really hate earwigs. Sometimes my boyfriend refuses to kill them just to bother me. And sometimes he only half kills them and they fall off the wall to an unknown location. What if it fell in my blankets? Or on my wampa plushie? And I'm so not reaching over there for my DS anymore.
Mice are terrible. And having a cat in the house doesn't help. That just means you have to hear endless squeaking in the middle of the night as your cat cripples a mouse, plays with it for a bit, then leaves it there to suffer after it's grown bored.
The first time I heard that, I thought a bat had gotten into the house or something.