Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[otterdance]

So I'm sitting here on the couch, minding my own business and writing, when I feel something tickling the top of my head. I reach up and it is some sort of small bug! Instinct takes over; beetle is flung across the room onto the hearth and lays there accusingly motionless, making me feel guilty that fear overrode mercy. I'm sure it didn't mean me any harm. Ten minutes later Zoe takes notice and goes over to snuffle it in preparation for making it an afternoon snack. Apparently this roused the beetle, for it took flight and made it to safety behind the blinds.

No harm, no karmic foul, apparently.