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desperanceBarry!!! (sometimes I think this must be the official spelling) has discovered the carrier bag hanging on the back of the study door. More, he has discovered that if he jumps from this box of books onto that stack of books, and then stretches dangerously forward, he can actually reach said bag.
It is not his sworn duty to destroy the evil thing. Sorry, that should clearly read Evil!! Thing!!!
What he does, he stretches and claws and tugs at it until he can precariously get a mouthful, then he hauls that until a small piece of plastic rips away. This is his Trophy!!, and he bears it away in triumph and worries it awhile, in so far as a small piece of plastic can be made anxious. Then he goes back for another.
He's done it three times consecutively, thus far. I have a feeling it's going to go on half the night. I wouldn't mind, but it's noisy. And that's discounting the sounds of me, giggling.
It is not his sworn duty to destroy the evil thing. Sorry, that should clearly read Evil!! Thing!!!
What he does, he stretches and claws and tugs at it until he can precariously get a mouthful, then he hauls that until a small piece of plastic rips away. This is his Trophy!!, and he bears it away in triumph and worries it awhile, in so far as a small piece of plastic can be made anxious. Then he goes back for another.
He's done it three times consecutively, thus far. I have a feeling it's going to go on half the night. I wouldn't mind, but it's noisy. And that's discounting the sounds of me, giggling.