We have a minor ant issue happening in the Roth House, so the Husbeast bought some traps. Yesterday, in the middle of making brownies with the kids I spy a little ant crawling by the sink. Remembering said ant traps, I walk into the other room and retrieve one out of the box. (The box was sitting on the sofa table because the rest were to be staked outside).
I lay the ant trap behind the sink, and as i'm placing the trap I decide to go back and grab the box to lock up so the kids wouldn't get into it.
I forgot about one of my kids...
So, let's say a total of 10 seconds has passed? I walk back into the room and my dumbass dog has EATEN THE INSIDE OF TWO TRAPS. What was going through her mind that she decided they looked and smelled delicious is beyond me. (Amazingly, the box was still on the sofa table, stealthy little bitch).
Naturally, I panic. I immediately call the vet, and it goes something like this:
Me: Lucy ate two ant traps and I'm not sure what to do.
Lady: Let me get the Doctor on the phone.
Doctor: Ok, you need to take a turkey baster, fill it with peroxide and squirt it into her mouth until she throws up.
Me: I, uh...what?
Doctor: Turkey baster, peroxide, vomit.
Me: Well that sounds like fun.
Me: I don't have any peroxide.
Doctor: Bring her in.
Miss Ant Trap Eater had to stay at the vet all day. He got her to vomit twice, and she is fine.
She, of course, was so excited to see me when I picked her up she peed all over me and the floor. Then when I was writing a check she tried to knock a cat carrier over, get behind the desk, and wrap me up like a mummy with her leash. Once we got home the excitement and stress of her big day was just too much for her and she climbed under the blanket, glued herself to my side and slept the rest of the night away.
I'm almost positive I sprouted a few more gray hairs yesterday.
|She was too tired to move|
I would like to think she will make better chewing choices in the future, but I doubt it.