|Polly, watching Baby Einstein with Landis.|
We pride ourselves on having smart pets....
In any normal circumstance I would have jumped up and down and screamed for Luke, who would have come to my rescue and killed that nasty thing. But, if you will remember, he wasn't there. Hence, I shakily tried to smoosh that thing with one of the hairspray bottles, only it slithered out all creepy like. So I slammed the door, screeched, jumped up and down, and grabbed my purring, innocent, fluffy kitten. She's an amazing little bug hunter, I tell you, so this was a job for her.
Stealthily, I opened the cabinet door, and threw in the kitty. Yep, some might think that was mean. But what's the good of having a kitten if you can't use her in time of need? At first, she fell out. But not without a glimpse of that sucker, and seriously, she jumped straight up and back in (like 3 1/2 feet up), and promptly returned with the fatso hanging out of her mouth. Holding her head up high, she jumped down and pranced out. Seriously. She did.
And I shut the door and washed my hands. Oh, and I threw my toothbrush away and got a new one.
Moral of the story: Obviously....always have a back-up toothbrush. And maybe spray your house for bugs, especially during a drought.