As a knitter I have lots of yarn around my house. Whenever I bring home the good stuff<~~~read expensive~~~Bandit lies in wait till I set down the bag and then he's off. With my yarn, of course. Under the bed to snuggle with it and tear the nice, neat balls to tangles and knots. Understand--he's very selective. If I happen to bring home the cheap yarn he takes one sniff and returns to his everyday pastimes. Like baiting the Rottie/shepherd mix dog. As a Manx he's well equipped for those fast get-aways with no tail for the dog to grab on to.