So I'm sitting here at my computer when hubby comes in and asks "Where is the flyswatter?" and slyly replies "No reason." to my question of "Why?". At this point I deduce that there is a bug in the living room (hubby tries to protect me from flying critters, you see) and tell hubby that he doesn't need a stinkin' flyswatter when we have 4 battle-ready stealth bug-killing furballs at our disposal. We then commence to the living room where hubby begins lifting Nancy up to the ceiling to catch the bug. As Nancy menacingly, albeit uselessly, stares at her bug... we hear Bob elicit a tantalizing killing bite from atop the entertainment center. He has found another bug! At this point Nancy swats her bug and we believe it has fallen behind the couch (hopefully dead), so I run to the entertainment center and begin snatching pictures and breakable items from betwixt Bob's quick-moving feet as he stands on his haunches trying to grab his bug.

Finally, hubby gets impatient and picks up Bob, climbs atop the step ladder and lifts Bob to the ceiling in hopes of aiding him in the bug hunt. Alas, the bug proves to be too elusive for the mighty hunter Bob and hubby resorts to smashing it with a paperback copy of Silence of the Lambs.

Suddenly we sense a commotion from the back of the lounge chair and see Patrick and Sid watching a bug on the wall... Nancy's bug didn't die after all! After much cavorting and killing bites and jumping between backs of chairs (and many moments of being humored watching Sid see the bug then get excited then forget what he was looking at then see the bug and get excited then forget what he was looking at and so on and so on), we must again resort to human interaction and hubby slaps the bug between his hands. Although we praise them mightily for their bravery, the fur balls still feel remorse at not catching a bug for a bedtime treat and go off to sulk in separate corners. All except for Bob, who returns to the entertainment center to resume practicing his killing bites at the bug-guts still smudged on the wall.

Copyright © Stacey Sharpe
February 24, 2000