When I was putting the hose away after watering the peas, I heard Bonita meowing from under the front porch. On the one hand, I was overjoyed to find her since she had been missing all day. On the other hand, it was a major pain getting the lattice off so I could get her out. How did she get under there in the first place? Argh.
Now she's back in the apartment after being a wild animal for a day, and she's conflicted, alternately rubbing my legs and hissing.