At first glance, she thought it was some sort of fuzzy thing or trash or something. But then she stumbled upon this:
And she was all, "What the paw?" But then she thanked me for saving her from certain death. Because a giant cricket in the middle of the night is not good - they're very dangerous creatures. She did find a third leg a little bit farther down the hall, but she didn't take a picture of it. Whatever, Mama. I just know that she feels so much safer knowing that her little speckley PBK* is taking care of the house while she sleeps. And since I am a good sister, I would like to thank EG for his assistance in the take down of Mr. Cricket. He
Mama did mention that I should probably make sure of who or what my
I should probably leave him alone. She claims he's not a threat or anything. I'll try, Mama. Sometimes, I just get in the zone and forget about everything else.
*Professional Bug Killer