So, a few days ago I was working and I heard Gary scream. Like a mother with a toddler, I know the different screams and what they mean, and this was a scream of horror.
I thought he was listening to a scary movie, so I ignored it, until it was followed by multiple short screams of horror.
I rushed out to find he had brought in the raccoon camera and was checking the batteries only to find some big chunky ants ("WITH MANDIBLES!") had set up house inside the case.
That was a few days ago. I have killed three. Gary is still horrified by them.