So the other night I made spaghetti squash and before i seasoned it for myself, i threw a couple forkfuls in to butler's dish for a snack. he loved it!
well, turns out spaghetti squash doesn't digest all the way. poor guy was pooping and there were strings of squash in between turds. he had a small turd stuck to a strand that was still connected to something inside of him and he was running from his clinger like death was chasing him.
he finally stopped and was standing like a statue but in a really awkward position, so i was able to grab his turd and pull it out. it was like one of those scarf tricks where the clown keeps pulling a never ending scarf out of his mouth.
poor thing, mommy won't be sharing spaghetti squash anymore, even though he lubbed it going in.
well, turns out spaghetti squash doesn't digest all the way. poor guy was pooping and there were strings of squash in between turds. he had a small turd stuck to a strand that was still connected to something inside of him and he was running from his clinger like death was chasing him.

he finally stopped and was standing like a statue but in a really awkward position, so i was able to grab his turd and pull it out. it was like one of those scarf tricks where the clown keeps pulling a never ending scarf out of his mouth.

poor thing, mommy won't be sharing spaghetti squash anymore, even though he lubbed it going in.