the other morning I tried to kill a bug that had somehow landed on my bed while I was in the shower. It looked terribly gross. I couldn't figure out what it was. OR why it was still standing after I had very clearly whacked it with my book.
You know why?
It was a feather.
My parents should be so proud.
PS - I don't think I told you....I took the kitties back and they were all adopted in a single afternoon. Sometimes, it all just works out like it should.