I have decided to make it my mission to eradicate my household entirely of plastic bags. I wish I could say that I have completely altruistic reasons for doing so but the truth is that I am really starting to hate them for only one reason.
A certain moggie who revels in chewing and ripping apart plastic bags all in an effort to wake me up and do her bidding!
ARGH! I don’t know what it is about that crinkly sound the plastic makes when she’s ripping it apart but it drives me spare. And I think she knows it all too well because as soon as I stop what I’m doing, all of a sudden it’s like “oh cool, you can give me food now, you’re up anyway”. She does the same to cardboard and paper too but for some reason I can happily ignore that because it’s probably just a bill and honestly, who gives a rats about those. 