I'm a toe swatter

Last night we were all snuggled in bed while visions of sugar plums danced in our heads. Mom rolled over and her foot came out of the blankets. Not unusual, but this time it was moving. I kept close watch for about 15 seconds then, after a careful analysis, WHAM, I swatted it! I swear it looked like another entity had come into the bed, and I wasn't taking any chances.

Mom yelled "OW!" Oh, sorry mom...that WAS you. Mom looked at her toe and well....I made it bleed. She has a puncture wound and a scratch. Oops. Sorry.

Today mom said that I'm getting a mani/pedi.

It is my job at night to protect the premeis. No way was I letting vermin get into our bed.

If mom would quit changing the color of polish on her nails, I'd KNOW. That's all I'm saying.

At this time I'd like to publicly apologize to mom for waking her up from a sound slumber and for making her bleed.

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