Nuts. Got a crappy job to do when I get back home this evening. Chantelle awoke this morning to discover that during the night one of the cats had knocked our glass fruit bowl off the counter, showering the tiled floor with shards of glass.
So brooms and the mop at the ready then I guess.
Wonder if this was in retaliation for me having ‘saved’ three frogs by confiscating them from the kitties who were obviously out for blood last night? Unfortunately despite my heroic attempts however, they did in the end capture and kill one that I just couldn’t get to in time.
Man, I forgot cold and slimy frogs feel…
…but I didn’t realise that they would sound quite so crunchy! O.o