Buzz...

The weather mellows slightly in Ann Arbor accompanied by mild winds now and then. And if you live in an apartment complex that uses central heating and does not care much about the general maintenance of things, you know that this is the time of the year when newly emerging bugs, searching for a warm place and aided by the wind,  start crawling into your apartment.

I remember, in my old apartment complex, I woke up in the middle of the night to drink some water. Only half awake and not being able to open my eyes fully, I turned on the lamp on my night stand. This huge thing started buzzing loudly a millisecond later. I was so scared, I didn't know what it was, and it was so huge, trapped in the shade of my night lamp, I couldn't stay at home and left home until the morning, crashed at my neighbor's place. When I came home, there was no sign of the huge disgusting bug. False hope. The "thing" came back at night, hitting on windows and lamps, buzzing loudly, falling and flying. Finally I could catch a glimpse of it, it was just a fly. AS BIG AS MY THUMB! Eew. I finally got rid of it but it was very gross, I'm going to spare you the details.

A few nights ago, I woke up again in the middle of the night, this time to the familiar sound of buzzing. Another bug is trying to get out to the light through the closed window. First I thought it was trapped between the insulation wrap and the window. So I didn't care and tried to go back to sleep. Then I saw my 11 year old cat, watching it carefully, whiskers all alarmed. I let her entertain herself and slept.

This parade continued another couple of nights. The stupid bug, although not trapped, failed to get out of my bedroom. On the third day, my cat watched, watched, watched... and SMACK! the bug is down at the window sill. Another paw and it is now on the floor. It tries to buzz and fly away, but all it is capable of doing is jumping around. So my cat plays with it for a while, before chowing it down.

Watching her through the action, I decide I won't be kissing her cute little nose anytime soon.

After only a couple of days, now she is playing with another little bugger buzzer on the window. Who knew my 11 year old indoors kitty had an inner hunterress. At least I'm luckier than Simon: