I don't know what's worse. Coming home to find a giant Daddy Long Legs on our bedroom wall, right next to the bed, the wall I sleep next to. Or. Zoe* jumping on the bed, finding the Daddy Long Legs on the wall and eating him.
And then coming over to me and giving me nice spidery lick on the arm.
I'm deathly afraid to go near the spot where she enjoyed Daddy for fear of finding legs strewn about.
7/9/08: I changed the title of this post and am clarifying that Zoe is a cat. Apparently I'm secretly a perv (or just stupid) and my original title really came off badly to some (my mom) and well, after I thought about it, yes, it was really bad. Zoe is a cat who likes to eat bugs. Our other cat, Sophia, can't catch a bug if her life depended on it.