The red web spread across the floor like lacey blood. “Booker! NO!” He stopped ripping at the plastic mesh long enough to see if I was serious.
Last Christmas our tree came bundled in a stretchy mass of red plastic. After we unleashed the tree in our living room my husband was going to toss the netting, but I said I wanted to hang onto it. In my mind I envisioned using it as a summery vine support or maybe a racy bit of nothing to wear to bed one night. I thought my husband would find that to be akin to a second Christmas morning.
In the meanwhile I bundled the mesh and placed it on a shelf in our sunroom. The first to discover the red netting was Pudgy. She pulled it out and rolled herself into the swath with abandon. Fearing she’d strangle herself I put it away in another shelf.
A few days ago I walked into the sunroom and let out the aforementioned, “Booker, NO!” Booker had the red netting pinned to the floor with his two front paws and was pulling at it with his teeth like he was dismembering a moose. I took it away and replaced it on the shelf. I swear I saw him making notes.
Today I let Booker in for a short while and told him to lie down. He did. For about two seconds. I peeked into the room and saw him attempting to pull the red mesh out once again.
What is there about that plastic that is so magnetic? I couldn’t bear to part with it, and our pets want to tear it to part. I still haven’t worn it to bed, but in the meantime, the thought of doing so is the best part of my day. 🙂