I'm Sleeping With A Serial Killer

That's right.  I'm sharing my bed with a stone cold killer.

I've known for a while, I guess. But I was in denial. He's just so cute. And funny. And cuddly. Damn his fuzzy little face.

It started small. The Japanese beetle left in pieces on the patio. The lizard tails on the doormat. But then it turned to stiff little lizard corpses under my chair at the table. 

I should have known the truth that morning when when I looked out my bedroom window (on the second floor)  to find him climbing the window screen with a bird in his mouth.

But today his true nature was so clearly revealed that even I couldn't deny it. I turned in my desk chair to find him with a dead (but still warm) bird on the floor behind me, feathers littering the carpet.

I have been sleeping with the world's cutest serial killer.

Comments

[CJ Tinkle]

LOL thanks for a cute start to my day!

[Laurie]

And they always look so innocent! LOL

[Mary]

Too funny, but icky to imagine what might end up in your bed.