SOS pads snatched from the kitchen cupboard and shredded on the floor
Who would’ve thought? In your wildest dreams, would you have imagined she’d munch on SOS pads? I wouldn’t have. What I figure is she was just trying to brush her teeth. Good girl, Chamine.
Not to be outdone by this display of good hygiene, Miley had ideas of her own this morning. I was happily (not so) cleaning the bathroom, when I heard a romping around in the bedroom. There was no noise, no barking or mild growling, which usually accompanies a Miley/Chamine romp. To satisfy my curiosity, I went to check it out. Miley was rollicking with a precious little scorpion, pawing it around like you might see a cat do with a mouse. Yikes! I had a cloth in my hand—not a fly swatter, not a shoe, not a brick—a cloth, and that scorpion was scurrying for cover under the dresser. I couldn’t let it get away! I slapped it around with the cloth. Poor cloth got stung several times, and I’m pretty sure it’s currently gasping for its last breath as it convulses out its final nerve spasms of death.
So good job, girls, brushing your teeth, scouting out venomous creatures. Now, what should we do tomorrow?
3 comments:
Okay seriously? A scorpion?
What. The. Heck.
Chamine, on the other hand, knows exactly what she's doing. She always reasons for her behavior. In this case, I think you're right. She had sweater teeth.
Good girl Tuss. Strange girl Miles.
She always *has* reasons.
I can't stand errors.
Yes, a very lively scorpion too. Right after I killed it, I got online and googled scorpion stings and dogs to find out if I should be scared. I don't think she got stung though. She would have cried like a baby if she did.
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