It's like a herd of buffalo running through when they get going

The June bugs are out. This bodes.

You see, of all the bugs around here, June bugs are among my least favorites. The kamikazee little shits fly at your head and get in your hair and are generally annoying (unless they're doing it to someone else and then they're hilarious).

But there's an added trouble with June bugs in this house. They're a favorite play toy. Spot and Stella love to chase them and catch them. Spot will even walk around with them in her mouth. I don't know. None of my cats are right.

Anyway, you'd think this would be all well and good because the cats will catch the bugs. Well, they do. Then they let them go. And then they catch them again. And so dedicated they are to this game that they fail to be slowed down by any obsticles.

Like people.

It's one thing to have little five pound Spot bounce off of me in pursuit of a bug.

But my life flashes before my eyes when I see Stella hurtling her eleven pound ass at me. That cat can do some damage.

So come nightfall for the next month or so, I'll be walking very carefully through my house.

Just in case there's a bug hunt in progress.