My pup Dante ran up to me a few weeks ago and spit a humongous hairy spider out on the carpet right beside me (that spider proceeded to get up and run, by the way. Couldn't kill it, oh no, just bring it to Mama alive. >.> and my husband had to squish it twice! Traumatizing) ANYWAYS Dante brought me a spider awhile ago, he caught and ate two flies in the house a day or two ago, and then today he came inside, pranced to the middle of the living room floor, and spit out a ginormous grasshopper right on my carpet. Still alive, of course. Well, I think it was a grasshopper anyhow, it could sure hop. D: D:
Why is my dog bringing me horrible gifts of live bugs? Look at his guilty face. Just look at it.