oh dear - I feel your pain! My old cat Ash was a mostly useless hunter, but insects and bugs were his specialty. He would trot proudly into the house in the summer, and ceremoniously present us with cabbage-white butterflies, sometimes on an almost hourly basis
The most surreal and problematic present was one very alive and angry bumblebee, caught in my bedroom at 4am! He had grabbed the unfortunate thing by the head, so that the stingy end, along with the wings and legs, were mercifully outside his mouth. This had the unfortunate side-effect of the buzzing wings vibrating his whiskers, resulting in him stampeding round the room, confused and hyper, trying to still chase and catch something that was already in his mouth!
After much chasing and confusion I managed to grab him as he zoomed by, induce him to drop the poor bee (miraculously unharmed, if somewhat soggy), and put him out of the room until I could catch it and let it out the window. Needless to say, my name was mud for the rest of the day, but I was too sleep-deprived and relieved at the near-miss from a stung mouth to care!
