My border collie hunts. Not deer. Not sheep. Not even mice.
He hunts bugs.
And since I loathe them, this is awesome. Sometimes. Because usually, he’ll act like an orca whale and grab them with his teeth, toss them in the air and almost cackle with glee when a leg comes off a roach. Finally, when I shriek in fear enough, he’ll end the charade and extinguish the life of these disgusting creatures. Usually.
He’s so blood thirsty, he will star at the walls and ceiling for hours and hours. When he gets one in his sights, he will whimper and whine, almost crying in agony until he can catch his prey. He’ll jump from couch cushion to couch cushion and today? He vaulted into the TV in hopes of nabbing the moth seven feet above him. Yes, he got into serious trouble. No moth is worth a 42″ flat screen. None.