For several days we've been battling a fly infestation. Francine has been crazed with delight since bug catching is her favorite hobby. But there were too many, even for her. After the third time she skidded across the floor and hit the wall, it just wasn't fun anymore. Swat! Swat! Swat! I let the corpses fall to the ground. Most were behind the TV. By Sunday we thought we got most of them so I vacuumed them up.
Saturday, a certain cat (name redacted to protect feline dignity) left the litterbox with something dangling from its derriere. Said something detached itself in small bits all down the hall and into the living room. Certain cat settled down to groom said derriere but seemed to totally miss the messy spot. We gave the cat a brief rubdown with a warm towel and cat got very excited and licked the hand of the person holding it.
Sunday, I discovered an infestation of ants. They were all over the water dish and Homer's meager ration of kibble. Fortunately for him, I had left the pantry cupboard unlocked and he was able to get in and assuage his hunger in Tiny's kibble bag. (This photo is not from the actual moment...it was taken another time.)