Once I was dog-sitting a tiny fluffy thing for a friend. 7 am, I am barely awake. I let the dog out to pee on the fenced in patio--checking to make sure he can't fit thru the crack in the gate first. I turn to start my coffee, turn back towards the door--little fucker is gone.

I chased him all over the neighborhood barefoot, sans bra, and without underwear under my night shirt. It took almost an hour to catch that little rat. If only I thought of duct taping a spoon to the damn thing.