A Discovery.

Due to the fact that I have more decorations than we have storage for,

I have resorted to stuffing the excess under our spare bed.

Among these are my holiday wreaths.

Since building my desk,

I have started calling that room my "Craft Corner".

{much to Kevin's dismay, because he really wants it to be a Yankees room}

When Kevin's not home,

Tank will hang out with me there,

playing with a toy or whatever,

while I work on a project.

Well,

the other day I noticed Tank had gone quiet.

I looked over to find this:

A second later his whole body disappears from view.

I carefully got down on all fours and peeked my head under the bed,

and there was Tank,

big-eyed,

staring back at me like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He somehow discovered my wreaths,

and decided that they are fun to chew on!

What a stinker!