It’s true. I can’t hide it anymore. Come into my living room for a moment and let me show you something:
Let’s move in a little closer.
You might see some neglect of the cacti on the left there, otherwise, just an average, everyday houseplant arrangement. Step in closer now. And prepare yourself.
Do you see him there? Look closely in the center. Let me help you.
There he is. The fugitive. I call him “Stu.” My research tells me that he’s a box elder beetle. Usually travels in packs of ten to 1,404. Stu’s a loner, though. I found him outside. He was in the aloe plant as fall started approaching. I put him under the shelter to avoid him drowning from all the rains we were having and waited for him to leave before I brought the plants inside for the winter. But he didn’t. Stu didn’t leave. He stayed. And I didn’t have the heart to boot him out. Now he lives in the plants in the living room, biding his time before he can get outside and eat the seeds of our little maple tree. He hasn’t caused any problems thus far. DadFOD gets nervous when he sees him but momFOD has acted as my accomplice and allowed me to continue stowing him in the plants until he decides it’s time to vacate the premises.
Now you know. You know my secret. Don’t judge me. And don’t tell any of the other cats. Viva Stu.