Every couple of weeks, we go on cobweb patrol. Older home, high ceilings, and year round bugs add up to quite a few encampments in the corners, and with 11 rooms, it takes a while to spot them all.
Unless you have help.
Have you met Phat Stuff, our most rambunctious resident?
"Do you sees it, Hoomin?"
"Yes, yes, up there!"
"A deleeshus leezard poaching in the spider webs."
"Oh, and I can't BELIEVE you is showing blogworld that we still have soot in places. I am embarrassed for you, k?"
"I would graciously offers to help you eliminate leezard, but I am small kitteh."
Cue the epiphany.
This seemed like a good idea, I swear...
"Yes, yes, hoomin, closer! CLOSER!"
When Sam plopped her down after merely a tease, she enlisted Fai as a look-out and her plot was hatched.
What happened next was not documented in photos for reasons that will become obvious.
We saw her wiggle and spring, and she lunged herself onto a particularly jutting section of upper mirror frame. Said mirror went swinging wildly, knocking over buffet lamps amidst screaming, cursing, and a flying camera, while the cat hung on for dear life, howling. Savannah and Sam took Phatness into immediate custody while I flung myself against the mirror just in time.
The lizard was then escorted from the premises unharmed.
The same cannot be said for the spider.
I hate spiders.