On Sunday, I was sitting in the living room when one of our female squirrels came to the back door and tapped on the glass to ask for food.
Entirely too cute, so by way of balance here’s a cockroach story:
This morning rothko found a cockroach in her shoulder bag. So of course, she immediately said “Eww! Roach!” and tipped it out onto the living room floor, at which point it retreated to under the sofa. I decided I might be able to get it, but I’d only have a single chance, so I fetched the Dyson. Sure enough, when I moved the sofa it scuttled towards the exercise machine, but the vacuum did the job. My intention had been to release the insect outside, but it turns out that a 1000km/h cyclone leads to incipient cockroach moribundity.
At this time of year they mostly creep in under the front door in search of water. Three this year, which seems to be about the usual number.
Update: I spoke too soon. This evening I noticed Chester staring intently at something in the bottom of his cage…