Antennae . . .

Insects have them on their heads. Ngaio has wiskers in the normal places, but also sprouting out of random spots on her front legs. I can only assume this is how she communicates with the evil forces lurking beneath the ground. They vibrate and tremor and tell her the next thing she should do in her quest to become evil overlord of my apartment.

Another day . . .

another half-consumed cellphone accessory. I wonder when and where it will make its reappearance? Ngaio has also discovered that butter is delicious, and gives her the runs. Oh, the joy to follow . . .

Evil in other places

This is unrelated to Ngaio, but I'm fairly sure thatthe office two floors below mine is inhabited by gangsters. I hear random screams and loud, angry, male voices at least once a week. They're hiding out and pretending to be a designer of clothes for older women with too much disposable income and too little taste.