So, the other night in the “wee” hours of the morning, I heard the cat digging to China in the cat box. This continued for some time. I finally acknowledged defeat and agreed to get up from the bed to clean it. I reached the cat box, barely awake with the scooper in hand. Suddenly, I thought, “did that terd just move?” Sure enough, a COCKROACH was actually frolicking in the box. This was no nightmare. It was the night of the living terd.