There’s a Dinosaur in the House There’s a dinosaur in the house. Every day it scurries about, under the fridge, across the floor, over the carpet and behind the door, eating moths and ants and spiders, leaving a tell-tale trail behind it. Where its nest is nobody knows. It just appears, then away it goes. We’ve tried to catch it, grab it, squash it, swish it, sweep it, spray it, mop it. No matter what, we just can’t get it. We’ve even tried to trap it, net it. Truly, though, we’re rather fond of this little monster on its wanders.…