Then I heard tumbling down the stairs. So either he got so excited by killing a fake mouse that he took a tumble while celebrating, or something else was going on.
Something else was going on.
I go up the first flight of stairs and spied his treasure...one of my brand new artisan-made polymer clay beads! The nerve of him! By then, he was no where to be found, so I hiked up the second flight to my work area...where I found the little imp coveting a stash of beads he had spilled off my bead table...all over the carpet. As I picked up *my* beads, he had to nerve to start screaming at me...no bead is safe.
I wish I had thought to grab my camera when he was in the midst of his bead-induced frenzy...he was like a furry little Gollum...my precioussssss....
So I found a picture that most suits his criminal nature. This is Bead Enemy No.1!
|oooh, my precioussssss|