Perhaps because Shannon was gone, perhaps because she is just utterly insane, Cobweb has been a maniac today. Racing and skittering and yowling as if there were invisible demons in the house who were impaling her with hot pokers. I cornered her on the futon couch and scritched her for a little bit, and that seems to have calmed her down. She's now reclining majestically on the bed as if she would never deign to race around like a complete idiot.
Sheesh. Cat insanity.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the goddamn ants are sending more scouts into our house. I keep seeing one or two or three at a time erratically roaming my desk. If even arsenic doesn't stop them, what the fuck are we supposed to do??? This whole ant situation has been pissing me off! I hate problems for which there seem to be no solutions. I hate solutions that don't actually solve anything. I hate stubborn pests who don't go away when all evidence suggests that they should.
I guess this is another one of those situations in which the world is not behaving as advertised. Those always piss me off. I'm not so good at dealing with frustrated expectations.
Damn ants.
Anyway, the house is quiet and Cobweb is no longer racing around as if her tail were on fire, so I think I'll go relax with my book. Still reading The God of Small Things, about half-way through now, and it's really quiet wonderful.
