Just had to politely wrassle the same very large june bug out of my house twice in a row because apparently “my cats are going to try to kill you” isn’t a good enough reason for it to stay outside.
Imagine feeding a brontosaurus from a huge bag of crisps, it withdraws its head from the bag and really slowly arcs and extends its 20ft long neck up into the sky, you hear a gentle crunch from so far above you for a minute or so and then its head slowly starts descending again