I don't usually laugh at my husband publically, but I can't resist this story.
Yesterday morning he was eating breakfast on the deck while I was in the kitchen getting ready to leave for my Monday volunteer job.
Suddenly, "No, cat! Don't eat that cicada! The cat is eating a cicada!"
Clearly, I'm expected to step in here, but I ignored this except to say, "Don't let him in; he'll vomit it back up."
"No, cat! You can't go in! No! I can't stop him from coming in! He's in. I couldn't stop him."
I left at this point. Picture a 250-pound man unable to keep a pathetically scrawny, geriatric cat from coming through the door. Clearly this cat has powers no one suspected. Sort of a metaphor for asymetric warfare, isn't it?