"Definitely no poison ivy on the junk," Lennon said emphatically. "I got it on one ass cheek once and that was bad enough." Bleh. He'd smelled like calamine lotion forever as he'd tried to get rid of that shit. Nature was well and good, but not being able to identify certain plants was not. Enough said.
He had to smile at the thought of having to chase puppies around. "That would be so much easier if it was puppies," he said. "You know how noisy puppies are? Always yipping and whining. Kittens kind of are too, but not as bad as puppies." Yay rhetorical conversations. They had to get bugs, although he was grateful it wasn't something like scorpions or spiders. He hated spiders.
Another beep, another smirk from Lennon as he read Felix's invented explanation of why he was hunting bugs with Pam. One thing he'd noticed about Felix was that he often made up some outrageous nonsense instead of straight out answering a question.