Gone Buggy

Silly me...

I made an agreement with a cockroach.


You see, our kitten likes to "play" with cockroaches.  And by "play" I have to admit I mean "torture". So when I saw this hobbling little big cockroach, I felt a bit bad for it.


Me: "OK, cockroach, here's the deal.  I won't squish you if you stay away from me."


The cockroach slowly hobbled away and I went to the kitchen table to eat my breakfast and check my email.  Everything was fabulous until I caught a glimpse of something big and dark brown on my right sleeve. And I commenced flipping out.

I jumped up.

I swatted with everything I could think of.

I yelled, "This was not what we agreed upon!"


Then I spied the cockroach hobbling, even more than before, into the kitchen. And I put the little fella out of its (and my) misery.

<shudder>



And here is a much cuter bug...

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Tiny One

Lately on my walks I've been seeing a lot of teeny, tiny toads.  And I mean really teeny, tiny.  I spend a lot of time with my eyes to the ground when I'm walking my dogs.  I mean, gosh, I'd feel just horrible if I accidentally smooshed a roly poly out for its walk. So now in addition to stepping over or around wandering insects, I'm stopping to redirect tiny toads that are mistakenly heading into the street.

"Back to the grass you go, tiny one."


And speaking of tiny ones, here's the fourth member of my owl family.  He's tiny, but he's awesome!  I should have the entire painting finished by tomorrow.  Check back!

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