You see, for a couple of years now, I've spent my nights perfecting my underground lair. (That's what I like to call the area under Mom's bed.)
While Mom was sleeping, I moved her boxes around...hid toys under there...shredded papers...stole Mom's socks...etc. And until now, Mom just left me alone. I was allowed to...um..."decorate" my space however I liked.
Until this dreadful day.
Mom announced that something smelled under the bed and it was time to see what I had been up to under there. She got the surprise of her life when she moved the mattress and lifted up the box springs.
She got a good view of my handiwork. I'd sure been busy under there.
I surveyed my work. Looks a little different with light. I'm usually working in the dark under there.
Yep. That's my stuff.
So Mom took an hour or two and cleaned out my decor. (How rude!) In among all of the shredded papers and magazines she found:
- 82 dog toys
- 1 dog toy carcass
- 1 random toy squeaker
- 1 toy ear
- 1 toy leg
- a dozen or more of her socks
- 1 of her shirts
There was an old spot on the carpet, too, so Mom used cleaner on that and then used a fan to dry it.
Worst part is that Mom never could find anything that actually smelled. She destroyed my mess and never found anything stinky!
Guess I'm going to have to start decorating all over again.