...that COCKROACHES made such great cat-toys.
Earlier this week I found a decapitated cockroach head. Of course, the antennea were still moving. The little buggers just don't know when to quit. Even when their lower extremity it completely gone!
As gross as it was, I was grateful Max the Cat had done his duty and protected our dwelling from creepy things. And I didn't have to see it alive.
Well, that was wishful thinking. I haven't gotten off scott free.
Tonight after a late-night potty break,I noticed one of the horrible creatures in the bathroom.
It took a bit of manuevering, but eventually Max the Cat saw his new toy, and commenced his normal plan of attack: the Play to Death plan. However, I wish it wouldn't involve him carrying the little sucker around in his mouth, from room to room, getting the most use out of his new toy. He even brought the evil thing into my bedroom.
Even though he seems to have the roach thoroughly under control, I don't know if I'll do much sleeping tonight.
Nope. Not much at all.
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