Well last week we went to look for prom dresses and when we came home I put the bag on the floor of my bedroom. I knew he likes climbing into bags, so I thought I'd let him check it out. Shortly after I got into bed I heard it rustling, but didn't think anything of it. Next thing I know he's tearing around the house with one of the handles around his neck, banging into the walls and eventually running down into the basement. He got it off himself after some coaxing to get him out in the open, but I don't think he'll be trying that again very soon.
