The last time I saw one, Mummy freaked out (Mummy: it was a flying cockroach!!!!) so I immediately got scared to and ran together with her to hide. Ok, I know I'm not braveheart or whatever. I'm just a doggy in need of protection. =P
Anyway, the story goes like this. I saw the black flying thingy again! This time it was on the ceiling of the living room. I remember Mummy pointing at it and decided to be safer than sorry. I promptly went to hide in the kitchen at my sleeping space.
Mummy and Daddy kept calling me but hey, why risk the danger right? I firmly stayed put. No way am I coming out with the thingy outside.
No way...no way...oh! Crumbs! They are using food...cheaters. Fine, I went out to get the food, with my eyes constantly checking the ceiling for the THING. Once I got the food, back to safety I go.
See now Mummy dragged me out and I had to hide under her arms. I protest!!!
I decided that under the dining table or in my basket with human feet touching it is ok...for like 2 minutes.
Anyway, Mummy finally chased the THING out of the house. I didn't see it happen but she claims that it is gone. BUt better safe than sorry, I occasionally check the ceiling just to make sure the THING isn't there.
And this is what I say to the stupid THING....