Anatresia
09-27-2006, 04:46 PM
Mr. Butters proved his worth again, with my favorite trick of his- the bug killing trick.
He had a rough night. We bathed him and then I put liquid bandaid on his cut nose (which he did NOT appreciate at all.) When we finally settled down, he was freaking out, jumping around and digging under the coffee table. I'm like, :wtf: is in that liquid bandaid? Did he lick it? Is he high?
Well, then a millipede or centipede (I don't know how you tell the difference without counting legs) crawls out super fast. As I was sitting on the floor, I screamed and jumped about 5 feet in the air. Mr. Butters is on the prowl trying to grab it. It hides. Paul and I are like, "OMG- where is that thing???" and I can't calm down. About ten minutes later, it crawls out and darts across the floor.
Mr. B takes off after it. Swats it with his paws, then in for the kill. I say, "Kill it!" and he chomps down, spits it out. Repeatedly, til it's dead.
I :hearts: my little man of the house. (My hubby, btw, always pretends to kill bugs, but is too chicken to do so. He grabs at a spider with a tissue and misses 90% of the time. My big, weightlifter, manly man husband- arachnophobe.)
He had a rough night. We bathed him and then I put liquid bandaid on his cut nose (which he did NOT appreciate at all.) When we finally settled down, he was freaking out, jumping around and digging under the coffee table. I'm like, :wtf: is in that liquid bandaid? Did he lick it? Is he high?
Well, then a millipede or centipede (I don't know how you tell the difference without counting legs) crawls out super fast. As I was sitting on the floor, I screamed and jumped about 5 feet in the air. Mr. Butters is on the prowl trying to grab it. It hides. Paul and I are like, "OMG- where is that thing???" and I can't calm down. About ten minutes later, it crawls out and darts across the floor.
Mr. B takes off after it. Swats it with his paws, then in for the kill. I say, "Kill it!" and he chomps down, spits it out. Repeatedly, til it's dead.
I :hearts: my little man of the house. (My hubby, btw, always pretends to kill bugs, but is too chicken to do so. He grabs at a spider with a tissue and misses 90% of the time. My big, weightlifter, manly man husband- arachnophobe.)