So this afternoon I decided to let my little Daytona run around the living room for a bit. That was a mistake.
I spent 15 or so minutes following her, trying not to scare her while she deftly evaded capture. She finally made her way into the kitchen where she had absolutely NO traction. I decided that was a perfect opportunity to grab a few crickets to use as a lure. As soon as she saw the cricket cup she came slipping and sliding across the kitchen and jumped right into the cup. Little rascal. I thought I was going to have a heart attack, I was so worried about her finding some little nook or cranny that I couldn't see and slipping in there. This little girl needs a playpen.
I spent 15 or so minutes following her, trying not to scare her while she deftly evaded capture. She finally made her way into the kitchen where she had absolutely NO traction. I decided that was a perfect opportunity to grab a few crickets to use as a lure. As soon as she saw the cricket cup she came slipping and sliding across the kitchen and jumped right into the cup. Little rascal. I thought I was going to have a heart attack, I was so worried about her finding some little nook or cranny that I couldn't see and slipping in there. This little girl needs a playpen.