I guess the early wave of wee bitty critters has passed, because the most recent batch at Tboy's front door were ... well, they weren't really critters so much as youngish teenagers. One of 'em had a handful of eggs, the little extortionist. I mean, a handful, too -- three eggs, like little grenades. And a spare in her left hand.
Tboy kinda liked that, actually. That's old school.