I'm a big animal person, and I guess a bug person too.
At one point, there was a cricket trapped in the space between the top of the kitchen cupboard and the ceiling, and I'd had a really upsetting week, so somehow it was all I could do not to burst into tears thinking about that poor, trapped cricket.
J thought it was absolutely adorable that I'm such a bleeding heart, and teased me about it for ages.
Since Mohegan kind of seemed to see me as a little on the spineless side cuz I wouldn't open up and talk, I figured it was rather apropos.
So yeah: a small, twitchy little thing that's really quiet. Except when it's really not.