I have this blue-eyed lemur which I allow to live in the house with me. Why?
Well, because he eats the crumbs which fall off the table and I like watching him scampering away from my massive work boots as I walk across the kitchen toward the coffee pot. He usually scurries underneath the lip of the cupboards where he is safe because even if I try to kick him, my foot only makes it so far before getting hung up between the bottom of the cupboard and the floor. By placing himself against the wall the lemur barely feels the graze of my boot.
Most days he hides behind one of my plants when I enter the kitchen. I honestly believe he thinks I don't see him. He feels safe behind the plant.
He was just there a few minutes ago....
One of these days I am going to casually walk into the kitchen, whistling softly, and as I walk by his hiding spot.... bam! I will snare him quicker than the naked eye can follow and before he can even whimper in protest I will pop him in my mouth and bite down with tremendous force. A quick swallow and the blue-eyed lemur will be no more.
I'll let you know when I eat him.