This time there were two of them.

In our bedroom.

At three thirty in the morning.

Trying to haul off my dried, lacquered alligator head.

Picked them up, put them in the cat carrier, dumped them onto the porch.

How much do you want to bet they come back in two days?

Awwwwwwwww. They were so harmless, I was tempted to feed them, but I know that's just inviting disaster.

They were totally submissive, and didn't resist me at all. It's a wonder more people aren't coerced into keeping them as pets.

I even think the fact that this one was drooling is adorable. Maybe it's maternal instinct. Oh, but look at those little hands!!!!! Squee!!!!