Originally posted by r0ckstarr I live under a rock.
Sounds like a good blind.
I've posted this anecdote somewhere on PF, so apologies if you've read it, but "under a rock" brings it to mind. We had a big male tomcat (16 pounds, but not at all fat) called "Pounce le Lion" or Pouncy for short, who was far less bright than a flashlight with dying batteries. He did sometimes catch mice outside and we suspected his method was to lie on the ground perfectly still (he was good at that) and pretend to be a rock. When a mouse came to hide under him, he just settled down harder and had it. Being witless was not Pouncy's fault. He died suddenly about age four, and an autopsy revealed he had an undetectable, untreatable congenital heart condition that severely impaired circulation, so his brain was probably always a bit oxygen-deprived. While he was alive we also said of him that he liked to hunt spiders in the basement, but three times in five they outwitted him.