I've been going under the bed while mom gets ready for work in the mornings. Mom doesn't know what I do down there, but she hears some odd shredding like noises that tend to stop when she says "Anna? What ya doin down there?" Only to resume later in a menacing munching manner.
Today, mom decided to look under the bed. She had to prepare herself for the carnage she might see in my secret puppy lair of doom (insert theatrical villain music here).
She lowered down, lifted up the bed skirt and saw.....
Me! Okay, so it doesn't look THAT bad you say. Other than the dust bunnies mom doesn't vacuum, what's the big deal....let's zoom out shall we and use my telestrator to show you the true carnage:
Hi, my name is Annabelle and I have a TP/Kleenex problem. I love to grab them and sneak them to my lair, rip them to shreds and roll around in their feather-like carcasses! Then I finish it off by stealing all of mom and dad's socks! Muwhahahahahahaha!!!
Mom was not amused...she took the sock but left the torn bodies of the TP and kleenex (and the dust bunnies who I think I can make an army with...viva las resistance bunnies!!) for another day.