I can’t figure Delilah out. Most days she’s a pretty good girl, I mean yes she has her moments like licking the cabinets and floor and always being under your feet when you are preparing food. She can go for long periods of time without getting into trouble. And then one day….
While you are in your bathroom applying make-up for work, you hear it. Smack, Smack, SMACK. You venture out of the bathroom to find Delilah lying on her bed chewing the heck out of something. It’s dark in the bedroom and you don’t have your glasses on, but you know she has something.
“Drop it!” you shout. Delilah drops it.
You pick it up but you can’t see what it is, you say, “What the hell is that?”
It feels kind of hard, so you carry it out into the kitchen where there is more light and take a closer look.
Yes, it’s the stem of the banana, all that remains.
Naturally it wasn’t the only casualty that day.
What’s left of a candy wrapper and a napkin.
A crushed coolatta cup, left by the hubby in the sink.
You never know when the mood will strike. Or what she will find.
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