Moth-ers Day

[madbaker]

Edited: duh. Can't believe I missed the pun, so I changed the title of the entry.

mad_duchess reminded me that I hadn't posted this yet. Last night, just before I went to bed, we found a very large moth on the bedroom ceiling. Galen was in the room so we coaxed it down for him to play with it.

He's not a very efficient hunter. Maybe he wasn't hungry. It took him a while to deal with it, and then he was wound up and wanted more... and kept thrashing around the bedroom looking. It's impossible for me to sleep with that happening, so I locked him out.

Which caused him to incessantly thrash at the door. I tried squirting him with the water bottle, but that didn't stop him. He didn't wind down until 2 AM or so. Which is a couple hours before my alarm goes off.

I'm glad Galen doesn't have to be a good hunter, but times like this make me wish he was.

Comments

[mad-duchess.livejournal.com]

LOL. I keep telling Wendigo that, god forbid, anything should happen where she and Harley get lost in the great outdoors that it is up to her as the oldest to make sure she shares her kills with her sister because otherwise H will starve.

[goldenstag.livejournal.com]

Our cats, when they can catch a moth, don't even eat the darn things. They play with them "until the battery dies", and that's it. So (lucky for us they're not good hunters, either), once in a blue moon we might step on a dead moth somewhere, but that's pretty rare.