I've been taking pictures of my victories:
|It's like they said, "Ooooooh, hey! POOL!! How decent of our hosts!!!" And then they all drowned.|
Three: I've figured out their gestation phase is four days long, so if we ...
Three: I'm in a war and I'm getting to know my enemy.
Me: Fair enough.
Three thinks he may have discovered how they keep coming back. He hasn't really revealed how he's come to this conclusion or even what that conclusion may be, but I came home to him cleaning dishes. If you know anything about Three, it's that he isn't exactly the domestic type. He's more of a water demon who manages to cause a mess wherever he goes. So there he was with little rubber gloves on, scrubbing one of our pots.
My expression was more
when it should have been
but I think he took it fairly well. Usually his attempts at cleaning end in disaster*, but I haven't found any casualties yet. Except more dead flies.
Maybe it's a sign of the apocalypse?
* I came home one day to find the entire kitchen completely drenched, Three standing with a towel in his hand, two wide-eyed kitties trying to avoid the water on the floor, and Zola hiding in her crate because she thinks all water equals bath. I nearly just left the apartment.