This morning we released a butterfly. Sadly there was only one left. Last night Brent found that our resident killer had found a way to get to the butterflies. We had moved them and surrounded them and tried our hardest to keep them alive. Our other cats have never been like this.
Anyway, Brent found JB finishing off Butterfly # 3, #4 was missing a wing, #5 was hiding in the corner. There was no sign of #1 and #2, but I have a good idea where they might be. It was late and we wanted to release #5 in the daylight, when it is warmer. But where in the house was safe? The oven. Not a traditional choice, but this cat is scarry. #5 spent the night locked in an oven, then was mercifully released this morning. It is safe to say, we will not be doing any other projects that involve small things that move. JB has a new nickname, Butterfly Breath.
lol... apparently he does not need a license to kill... good try on revoking it but as the movies have proved Bond is not easily thwarted