Lucille has been having great fun chasing *something* in my room for the last few days. She digs under cast-off clothes, scrabbles at plastic bags, dashes patter-patter across the room. It's very cute
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she let herself outside last night at, like, midnight, when i came in for a sedative snack, too. i hadn't latched the backdoor, and she teased it open. it shut behind her, which spooked me--did a ghost come in? what was that? but Lucille was on the step, so it had to be her. i eventually caught her, the little minx.
they've both had cicaidas in the house in the last month or so, too. i've released two chittering bugs back to the out-of-doors, to Tattersall's annoyance and disappointment.
Oh my gosh, poor little lizard. A former kitty of mine named Playful once caught a flying squirrel. When my mom went to let her in for the night she brought it in with her. At first my mom was confused about what she had, thinking it was a dish rag or something, but then she realized it was an animal. Playful was so exicted and proceeded to flip it all over the place. I think she knew how special it was. My mom managed to get it away from her and discovered that it had been pierced directly through the heart and probably died completely painlessly. It was still gruesome though.
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they've both had cicaidas in the house in the last month or so, too. i've released two chittering bugs back to the out-of-doors, to Tattersall's annoyance and disappointment.
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