Today in my house, we learned that Amos will, indeed, taste anything offered to him.
Tonight's offering? A nine-volt battery. Both terminals. Simultaneously.
Now, before you go gettin' yer PETA panties in a proverbial
And I tell you what ... (till youuu whuut) ... little dude pulled back a bit, startled as though someone had abruptly shown him a photo of a heinously ugly baby, shook his head, leveled a "what is WRONG with you?!?" look at Kitty Daddy (aka, my husband) and HELD HIS GROUND.
Seriously. He acted like nothing happened. He didn't run away. He didn't even swat at it. He gave Kitty Daddy the look and then stayed at his station, supervising the smoke-detector battery changing for the season.
Good boy, Amos. Way to take one for the radish-soccer team safety committee.
* You'll find that I sometimes will go from "theory" to "proven fact" without so much as a breath. I'll try to be sure to note these little treasures so that the Unfortunate Copper Penny Incident from high school isn't repeated. (Y'all remind me to post that story sometime, 'k?)