Max has little interest in your feet. He doesn't pay much attention
to them unless you're rolling him over with a foot and you tickle his belly
with your toes. He starts dooking and then jumps up and leaps for your whole
leg! Beckett is an infrequent toe nibbler so I'm pretty comfortable barefoot
around him as well. I HAVE to be barefoot around Applejuice. Maybe she's
upset that she can't take the sock to her hidey hole but if ANYone wears
JUST socks around her, they will be viciously attacked! That's all there is
to it. This isn't the playful little, 'aren't I cute?' bite. It's not even,
'can I tug this sock off?' bite. It's a 'this is a horrible wicked creature
and I must remove it from the face of the earth,' bite. And she's very sly
about it, as my friend Ryan can attest to. She sneaks around, carefully
plotting the precise moment when she will take the sock beast downs. Usually
she steers clear of the sockerwockys (for they travel in pairs) and circles
around the room keeping a close eye on the evil beasts. Then she slips under
the couch quicker than a wink and waits patiently. Eventually, she knows,
the boogey socks will rest in front of the couch. In a matter of seconds, in
a five mile radius, every man, woman, child, and beast will hear a loud,
"YEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!" which is the sound the sockinator makes when it
breathes it's last. The now dying sockasoraus flies up into the air quickly,
distracting the SECOND predisock, which allows Applejuice to lunge in for
her second kill. A second blood curdling scream is heard and Applejuice
scampers away to her sock cave, satisfied that she has saved the planet once
again.
 
ahn and the X-Ferrets
[Posted in FML issue 1181]