It’s a small world after all

So I think I mentioned that this year for Christmas, Richard got ‘me’ (aka the cats) a Butterfly Jar.

It seemed like such a great idea- a glass jar with some kind of weird electronic butterfly thing inside, that flutters in a disturbingly realistic way every time you tap the jar. What could be remotely sinister about *that*?

Well, it turns out there was some kind of device built into the lid. An hour or so ago we heard this strange humming sound coming from the living room, and when we went to investigate, whammo. Suddenly we were hit by some kind of shrink ray. Turns out that butterfly has a nasty sense of humor, and isn’t a fan of having someone tap on its jar all the time.

We tried running, but it turns out that tiny people look just like tasty snacks to house cats. My side still hurts from being batted y Rupert’s giant paw.

We climbed into an empty mason jar (good thing I’m a canner) and pulled a lid down on top, but it’s only a matter of time before the cats work out how to knock that off. It’s probably too late for us. But please. Be safe. Avoid the butterfly jar. And also cats.


‘Tis the season for Holidailies.

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