T'was a dark and stormy night, and the insect sat perched on the window ledge. Not a sound could be heard in the house, except for the faint beating of wings. Dennis was unable to resist. It looked too delicious. Slowly, but surely, he creeped off of Xander's chest, and approached the bug. In one swift movement he snatched up the insect and swallowed it without chewing. "I'm having a feast tonight." He muttered to himself as the taste lingered in his mouth, "Mmm, mmm, mmm. I just love me some bug." Xander stirred, and Dennis froze in place. He wasn't supposed to eat bugs. It would destroy his image. If anyone knew how he liked to spend his nights… all heck would break loose, and his reputation would be ruined. "Denni-G?" Xander yawned, glancing over at his wombat. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking rather confused. "Nothing?" Dennis squeaked, his voice cracking. "I just couldn't fall asleep." Xander blinked once, then rolled his eyes and turned over. "Yea ok. Whatever, mate." Hahaha. He would never know. My secret was safe, for now at least.