Well, Oops.

Wendy and David both say it's my own fault.

Maybe they're right. I guess. You see...

I ordered them when things were all weird with the Woodlees having taken over the Kingdom and everything.

When you think about it that way, it wasn't really my fault. I was just trying to fix a problem.

A problem made of wood. 

So I sent for termites. 

"Fast Acting", "Industrial Strength" termites, no less. "Guaranteed to devour all wood in their vicinity, or your money back!"

It was the most devious plan I'd ever had in my entire life.

Fortunately, they arrived weeks after everything had gone all nice-nice with the Woodlees. I didn't need them anymore (and I probably wouldn't have done it anyway. Probably.)

So I put them away and kind of forgot about them, to be honest.

But someone in the house did NOT forget about them.

Termite is apparently a natural flavor cats crave. Who knew?

Maybe a week ago, Meowzart got back into that cabinet.  He'd been clawing at it for days, but I always caught him at it and nothing exciting happened.

Until this time.

In the morning, cleaning up the mess, I didn't see a single termite. I figured Meowzart had eaten them. (Eww.)

I was wrong.

Apparently.

Because today... I came home and the cat and bunny met me at the front door.

At least, what I assume used to be the front door.

It's gone. They ate the whole thing. The WHOLE. THING.

*sigh* So I guess I'm glad  no one has moved into the room box. My new home sweet home.

Farewell, Seaside Villa. I'm sure you were delicious.

- Miri