I figured it was safe there. No one goes in that corner of the kitchen unless they're cooking.
And I am the only one who cooks.
The other night, as I sat at the kitchen table talking, I glanced over just as Doug opened the windows and surreptitiously tossed my cicada clear out the window. He looked over at me, puffed out his chest and said, "You are so lucky you didn't see that thing. That sucker would have freaked you out!"
|A common bumblebee instead which, trust me, isn't nearly as interesting|