Trixie, my ever-cute and full-of-personality pooch loves to toy with bugs, much like a cat, before she eats them. Imagine her joy when we visited my parents house and there were a ton of CICADAS (you know, the icky, red-eyed 17-year ones?) in the grass just waiting for her to disable and bat around before consuming. See, we don't have cicadas by us, for whatever blessed reason.
The vet said they were ok to eat, the news reports said they were ok, and a few random websites said they were ok. So what's the harm in it? She was having fun, it was cute, and they weren't out in full swarm yet, so she really only ate between 5 and 7... or 10. Not including however many my mom DIDN'T catch her eating, 'cause the devious little thing (the dog, not my mom) kept faking that she had to go out to go play with (and eat) more of them.
Headed home about 30 minutes later to drop the dog off and head to BF's bro's house. I called him to let him know I was on my way and would be there in about an hour and a half. I put my cell in it's customary place in my cup holder and it didn't make that tell-tale sound it usually does. "Well crud, I must have dropped it between the seats" I thought. Luckily I peeked instead of just reaching down... because the dog had puked. In the cup holder, on my gearshift, on my $12 tube of lipgloss, on my cell charger cord, on the floor, in the parking brake housing, and a smidge on the seat. The reason my cell didn't make it's customary sound? I'd put it down in dog puke.
I nearly caused an accident slamming on my brakes and swerving in shock and disgust. I gagged numerous times, rolled the windows all down (it stank), and eventually made it to a sidestreet, where I pulled over, found 1 untouched napkin, wiped of my cell (which wasn't TOO badly gunked up) and called my uncle--lucky for me I was less than 1 minute from their house and I was POSITIVE they had a wet-vac... could I borrow it? "Sure, come on over!... No, we don't have any cicadas," he said.
Well, he didn't intend for me to use it THERE, and I wasn't going to take it home (no hose to rinse it out with--live in an apartment). I didn't want to wait 30+ minutes to get to a carwash to use a $2.00+ per minute vacuum. I was tossed a roll of paper towels, some antibacterial all-surface cleaner and a garbage bag.
Let me tell you, dog puke I'm ok with. I can clean it up without gagging totally fine.
But when there's wings, legs, other random body parts and HORRID red beady eyes staring back at you... I can't. It took me 25 minutes to clean up. My uncle watched, holding the dog, who also watched... both of them looking THOROUGHLY amused (did I mention that the dog is Ms. Personality-Plus?).
I *was* kinda excited for the cicadas... I remember the last time they came out.
Let me tell you, I'm SOOOOO over them. I gag thinking about cleaning that car up...