THE MIDNIGHT MOTH INCIDENT

 It was a quiet night. Too quiet. The humans were asleep. Spurka was drooling on the pillow. Kitka was twitching in her sleep, probably chasing cheese again.

I was on patrol, naturally. Someone has to keep the perimeter safe from invisible threats like that suspicious shoelace and the ghost that sometimes lives behind the curtain.

And then… it happened.

The Moth.

A winged menace. A fluttering phantom. A flying crinkly sock with no sense of boundaries. It dive-bombed the lamp like it was reenacting Top Gun: Insect Edition.

I froze. Narrowed my eyes. My whiskers twitched.
This was no ordinary bug. This was a challenge.

“TO BATTLE!” I screamed (silently, with my eyes).

I launched from the windowsill with the grace of a ballerina and the violence of a flying toaster. Spurka woke up mid-air as I soared over her. Kitka fell off the bed in sheer panic. The humans sat up just in time to see me body-slam the curtain.

The moth?
Gone.
Vanished.
Ascended to the afterlife or hiding behind the bookshelf.

I sat proudly in the middle of the room, tail flicking, fur fluffed, heart racing like a samba drum.

The humans sighed. Kitka whined. Spurka hissed at a dust bunny.

But the night was safe. Thanks to me.

You’re welcome. 

I Found an Ant. Named Him Edgar. Then Ate Him.

 It all began on a lazy August afternoon.

The fan hummed. The curtains swayed.
Ania was talking to a houseplant again.
And then… I saw him.

Edgar.
Small. Determined. Surprisingly fast.
A lone ant. Marching across the kitchen floor like he had somewhere to be.

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🌿 The Courtship

I watched him for ten minutes.
He ignored me.
Naturally, I was intrigued.

I pawed gently. He zigzagged.
I pawed again. He panicked.
Romance!

We had chemistry.
By which I mean I knocked over a glass of water chasing him and it fizzed near an outlet.

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📖 Our Story Was Brief, But Intense

• He ran.

• I followed.

• He paused dramatically near the fridge.

• I blinked slowly. He waved an antenna (probably).

• We shared a moment.

• Then I licked him up.

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🕯️ I Regret Nothing

Ania screamed,

“GRYZKA! Did you just EAT that?!”

I made eye contact.
Sat down.
Burped silently.

This is nature, darling.

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🐜 In Loving Memory of Edgar:

• Lived bravely

• Ran erratically

• Tasted like crunchy disappointment and power

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🎭 Final Thoughts:

Sometimes you meet someone who changes your life.
Sometimes you eat them.
Either way… I grew from the experience.
Mostly sideways.

Respectfully,
– Gryzka 🐾
Ant whisperer. Emotionally complex. Digestively fearless.