A quick one before tomorrow's chemo, the last FEC, hooray!
I'm sitting on the bed, with a cat beside me. I'm reading a Ravelry post when I feel something on the back of my neck.
ACK! It is HARD and has more legs than I'd like it to. I shriek and pull it off me.
It's a weevil, a sort of beetle. In this case it is about 8mm/third of an inch long.
"Oooh, what is that?," says Nutmeg, as I try to flick it off the bed. "Oooh!" I flick it (accidentally) right at her. "Oooh! YUM!" Nom nom nom. But the weevil is stuck firmly to the bed. They have claws you know. Nom nom nom. Nom nom nom! Eventually she detaches the weevil and drops it on the floor and eats it there. (One can only eat off the floor, preferably without any sort of bowl in the way.)
Now she is looking at me and waiting for me to find her another little snack....
Nutmeg, scourge of small creatures everywhere.
(Note, DH stayed asleep for the whole performance...)