Dex was spayed last week, so she's been wearing the Cone of Obedience and generally going insane. Which means I've generally been going insane. The backs of my knees are noticeably abrased from her incessant cone-ramming.
I thought little of it, then, when she was acting all loopy near my loveseat. She was whimpering and twirling and trying to wedge a cone 1.5 feet in diameter into the 1 inch space under the loveseat, an act that is so consistent with her overall intellect that again, I didn't think much of it. And then I saw something move down there.
Step 1: put on shoes.
Step 2: move the couch.
The mice scattered, leaving their lovely little foam nest to be destroyed. That was an unwelcome sight, but not nearly so much as what surrounded it: dozens, maybe hundreds, of Goldfish crackers. Thing is, I've never eaten Goldfish crackers in my life, let alone purchased them, let alone discarded them under my couch.
It was an enigma wrapped in a mystery covered in crackers. Right up until I found this in their midst. I love my friends' kids. Looove them.
