She often joins me in the garden, and likes to chase my gloved hands as I pull weeds and pretend that she is hunting gazelles in the Serengeti or peccaries in the Amazon.
Today, I turned my back on her for two seconds when I was harvesting yarrow, and THIS is what I found when I turned around to get my scissors.
She stuck out her tongue when I told her to give them back.
Thankfully, I talked her down and she went off to take a bath and pretend like nothing happened. But I think I will start wearing an apron to hold my scissors when I go out to the garden. . .