Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Mothballed

I woke up this morning to this.
I had managed to edge pass it all day without disturbing it, until this evening when I received a knock on my bedroom door and there was W, grinning mischievously, before throwing the thing in my face.
Surrounded by a cloud of moth-dust, Frederico the cat pounced.
A typical end of the day.

2 comments:

Sonya said...

I can only hope that Frederico the cat had a moth snack and that your torment is over. Otherwise, I can think of a good use for your old shoe!

Luke said...

Ah yes...what a great idea!

I saw "the remains of the day" in the corner of the playroom earlier. A dusty end.

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