Whenever an icky bug gets into the house, he stares at it. He doesn't woo, or attack it, he just stares at it, wherever it flies or crawls, he stares.
This is handy for the humans, for when they do figure out that he's staring at something (other than Fox News), they'll go and squish the bug or suck it up in the vacuum cleaner (which attacked the human woman today, but that's just too embarrassing and deserves its own blog post).
The other day Sam saved the entire world by staring at a centipede on the ceiling, and then an
icky beetle thing that same night. Either the human woman is negligent in her housecleaning duties, or the bugs are getting sneaky and finding a way into the house, either way, I'm not too keen about bugs in the house, at least bugs that aren't tasty. Now, if there were a massive grub infestation, I'd be all for that, but I doubt the humans would be.
