Summer of Slaughter: The final tally.

That we know of, anyway.

It should be noted that Miss Lemon is crunching something (I think it's a cicada?) as I type this.

It should also be noted that yesterday morning, I got a slow start—it was a Sunday and a holiday weekend, after all—so there I was, innocently reading in bed. When my beloved cat jumped up, I thought that she was just coming over to say hello.

I should know better by now, right?

SHE NEVER JUST COMES OVER TO SAY HELLO.

But, COME ON.

Until that moment, she'd never BROUGHT A LIVE CHIPMUNK ONTO MY BED.

A HUGE LIVE CHIPMUNK.

I'm still waiting for her to start bringing down squirrels.

Anyway.

The tally—and keep in mind that this list only includes the critters that they brought inside:

Chipmunks: 9
Mice: 18
Moles: 4
Grasshoppers: 20+ (When they started eating 3+ a day, we got really lazy about marking these off.)
Butterflies: 2
Dragonflies: 1
Moths: 2
Houseflies: 3
Spiders: 1 (Josh witnessed this one and said it was horrible—she was happily sauntering around with legs hanging out of her mouth.)
Cicadas (?): 1
Bees: 2 (Yes, she got stung. Both times. No, that hasn't appeared to faze her.)

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UPDATE: Just as I pressed 'publish', Lemon jumped in the window with a butterfly. (She'd finished with the cicada some time ago.)

In the time it took me to type this, she'd eaten the whole thing.