Colorado has a few nasties like earwigs. However, the earwigs, despite how they look and what they are called (WHY do they have to be called EARWIGS??) are good because they eat other bugs.
My advice to anyone still living in the South is to stuff your house with cats. They don’t seem to always eat the bugs but they do kill them for sport.
Cats will kill just about anything for sport. I know someone who had some cats who killed a mouse like it was some ritualistic sacrifice. They didn’t even eat it. Just…tore it apart.
Yes! And they had the butt-scissors, didn’t they? Those butt-scissors. OMG. Apparently they’re mating claspers and they never use them on people (the ones in real-life, I mean) but those things are nightmare-inducing.
Entitled customers, amirite? How dare someone want effort put into existing problems instead of inventing new ones to solve to masquerade as empathetic.
I think Nyctophobes need a toggle for those dark dungeons. Or maybe they can just adjust to the world and realize that the game is warcraft and there are creepy things.
This stuff usually means there is some bad press incoming.
I’m a hobby breeder so I have quite a few. Sometimes a gypsy moth, centipede, spider or earwig wanders into the house. The way many cats cluster around it, taking turns hitting it and biting it, then ignoring it when it doesn’t move anymore, is definitely odd. It gives that Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy feel where there is some greater reason they’re doing it and we as the not-actually-dominant-life-forms, just don’t understand.
Sometimes I imagine them talking in high-pitched alien voices while they’re doing it, saying, “The council has decreed, the punishment given! Nya.” “Nya!” “Nya!”
We had a farm cat that would bring us whatever he caught in exchange for treats.
Well, mom would take the critter and fling it over the hillside after he brought it (so it wouldn’t stink up the garbage).
Cat figured it out and started grabbing it and bringing it back… we figured it out cause we suspected him of doing it… so we tied a little string on it’s paw and sure enough he brought it back 3 times.
We have 4 cats in my house. One morning we woke up and there was smears of blood all over the floor in the kitchen. Like someone took a paint brush to the floor. Somehow a tiny little field mouse got in and our youngest, smallest cat, who we all thought was too gentle and loveable to hurt anything, was sitting with her paw on the dead mouse waiting for us. She growled and hissed at the other cats who came anywhere close to her. That was her mouse. I will never underestimate her again because I know if I die at home she will be the first to eat my eyeballs.