usually he stays wherever i am, so i figured he was lying on the floor beneath my chair while i was on the phone... then i hear this weird sound of crunching paper bags and a squeal and i run to the kitchen and all i can see are his two little feet sticking out from behind the coils of the fridge. i'm glad he didn't fry himself the crazy bastard.
i had to drag the fridge out, crawl under the table and pull him out and he was covered in, ironically, dust bunnies.
i had to drag the fridge out, crawl under the table and pull him out and he was covered in, ironically, dust bunnies.