Because thats exactly what i had to do in my dream last night, i woke up this morning convinced that he was waiting downstairs for me. It was seriously screwed up - i had to walk around with a large chunk of lemon drizzle cake in my bag just to ensure that he hadn't transformed into it, and that my biting his tongue off had actually killed him - but oh no, in true horror flick style, i return to find a space on the floor where he was.............I don't know where he went, or if he is still at large, and quite frankly, i'm scared . Its a bit much really, i mean, i have my children to consider
Oh, and the cake tried to bite off lassies nose