I moved Bug back upstairs. The Polish contractors guys are here, but leaving soon since a lot of the stuff they did last night -- you know, about 9 hours ago -- is still wet. I'm not surprised. Bug saw them, her tail puffed up about the size of a Louisville Slugger (thanks to Sars of Tomato Nation for that image --it's damn accurate), and she scared the hell out of them by tearing all over the apartment looking for a hiding place. As my bed is propped up on its side against the wall, she's behind the couch. Poor beastie.