Hi everyone, just thought I would relate a story to you...
 
The other night the HUGEST moth in the whole world was in MY bathroom!  I
live alone and HATE insects.  So I mustered up all my courage and whacked
him down with a towel.  It made a huge moth smear on my wall!
 
So I am standing there dreading picking this thing up, when a thought
occurred to me: these damn animals of mine must be good for something!!!
 
I go find my biggest (but not my bravest) boy Kodiak.   I interrupt his play
and set him down in front of the suffering, struggling, wriggling monster.
Kodiak bats him around like a cat but soon loses interest.  So I go get
Stover - he's always game for anything!
 
Stover plays with the big winged thing for awhile too, THEN chomp chomp
chomp he eats the whole thing right down!  wings and all!  And looks up at
me for more!  Well, I guess that's what I wanted him to do but it was kinda
gross.  I washed it down with some linetone and said GOOD BOY!
 
No kisses on the lips for the rest of the night though!!
 
Take care,
Kimberly, Kodiak, Stover and Otis
dook! dook!
North Vancouver B.C.
[Posted in FML issue 1700]