Take-out food seems to have special drawing power around here for The
Boyz.  Few things I make at home are as magical as the pizzas, the
take-out Mexican.  The boxes and bags with the special, steamy smells
coming out of them.  O Rapture!  

I have a Mexican take-out near me which makes amazingly delicious
burritos, more mysteriously because it seems to be entirely manned by
Chinese people.  Maybe it's some special Chinese herb. ;)

So I come in last night with the magic bag containing the magic
burrito, emanating the magic smells. ;)  

They are in the bag as soon as I put it down.  They are all over me as
I take it out, unwrap it, put it on a plate, and dig in.  I have to
fight them for practically every bite.  I take the bag, and toss it
away to distract them, and they go chasing it, knocking it all over
the floor.   Stinky very ceremoniously sits himself on the bag (for
Stinky, for some strange reason, sitting on the container is almost as
good as eating the stuff itself).  Dante hovers around while I finish
the burrito, and darts in and starts tearing at it as soon as I get up
to get a drink (hot! URP! ;)).  I pick Dante up, and place him back on
the floor, but he springs back up on the table like a piece of popcorn
in a popper. ;)  The ending scene is the two of them licking the plate
frantically, occasionally biffing each other.

Hmm, maybe the mysterious Chinese herb is related to catnip?  ;)

Theresa
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