In 2006, I've decided to dedicate my life to my super-hero destiny. From now on, my secret (or not-so-secret, since I'm publishing it here) identity is: The Tamponator!
I've recently become fascinated with pulling tampons from the box under the bathroom sink, carrying--and subsequently leaving them throughout the house. The Agent keeps the box behind TP Mountain under the bathroom vanity, so I have had to work really hard to obtain 'pons.
After the first time I carried one into the livingroom, The Agent shrieked, laughed and returned it to the box. She firmly closed the box, thinking she had outsmarted me.
She had not.
Moments later, I broke back into the vanity, opened the box, removed a tampon, flung it out of the vanity and carried it back into the livingroom--like a dog would carry a bone.
"If you knew what those were used for, Kukka, you sure wouldn't want them in your mouth!" laughed The Agent. After that, she moved them to the linen closet.
Ah, you underestimate me, Agent...
Last night, when she opened the linen closet to remove the vacuum, I creeped in the closet and waited. When the vacuum whir started, I jumped upon the shelf, found the box of little delights and tore it open. In fact, I actually whipped it off of the shelf, littering tampons all over the closet floor. It was all fun and games--batting wrapped tampons around the closet with my paws--until I looked up and noticed mom, hands on her hips, scowling at me.
Yes, I am The Tamponator. Now I just need to figure out whether I should use my powers for good or evil...
UPDATE: Rhett was kind enough to share the photos of him and his 'pon. If she can see me through all the steam coming out of her ears, I think I'll ask my mom to try to get some pictures of me and my tampon the next time around.
You know there will be a next time around, don't you?