Awww! Poor boy!
I felt so bad a couple weeks ago. Abby and I were playing with her favourite fishing pole toy. She likes it when I whip it around fast so she can jump around and try to catch it. She usually catches it with her paw. Not sure what she did differently, but it somehow got wrapped around part of her body... not sure which part because she took off like a bat out of you know where. Poor little thing was running around the apartment with a bamboo pole dragging behind her and I was scared she was going to get herself wrapped up around furniture the way she was tearing around so I was trying to catch her. She somehow managed to lose it by the dresser in the bedroom, but she was so scared that she was hiding behind the water bed. I couldn't get her to come out but I did try talking to her and reassuring her. Eventually she came out and spent a few hours on the bed before making her way back into the living room. Poor little thing still loves her toy, but she runs and hides now when she finds it threatening in anyway. I have to go and find a new toy for her, one that she doesn't associate with being scared.