"What am I missing," Oliver muttered, leaning back as he watched the trouble maker climb up the desk in his constant search for food, or trouble. Mainly food, no matter how often he had been fed or how well, Mimic always seemed to be on the look out to stuff more in his face. "I really hope you outgrow the shove your face with food stage."
He consider the bug as it explored, reaching out to lightly stroke over the well fed body even as it wiggle and squirmed, giving his finger a nip before climbing up his hand. "You know, it sort of odd I have not seen you use a single powder attack." Oliver mused, gently ruffling the bristly fur that made up the neck collar. "Not one bit of poison, or stun, or sleep powders."
"Can you even make them?" He pulled the bug closer to his face, carefully eyeing the thick ruff as he attempted to get a closer look at the hairs. He fended off the sticky little feet, and the sharp maw. "Hmm, I think i have a magnifying glass and tweezers."
He set the bug in the enclosure, locking it up to make sure the bug could not destroy anything else of his and went to find the required items.
