Yah. You know how everyone just hates to find that someone's been eating crackers in their bed? Well, there's something worse. I got home yesterday. Bimmer and Kharma were THRILLED to see me - as usual. Neither one of them wanted me to go into the bedroom, but I went anyway. The covers had been pulled back on the bed, and I noticed some sort of stuff on the sheets. I checked to see if it could be brushed off, and it could. It was just some little hard particles of something. Meanwhile, there were two dogs who were very interested in what I was doing, and I could tell they were waiting to see if they were in trouble. While I was trying to brush all the stuff off the bed, I moved the pillows out of the way. Both dogs started REALLY paying attention. As I reached over to flip up the last pillow, I notice Kharma moving. I stopped, the corner of the pillow in my hand, and looked to see what she was doing. She was backing out of the bedroom, trying to move in such a way that she might manage to disappear before I noticed. I flipped up the last pillow and found the reason. Nope. Not crackers in bed. They'd found an old knuckle bone Bimmer'd had YEARS ago and they'd been gnawing on it in bed. *sigh* Whatcha gonna do?