Stupid is as Stupid does

For reasons that escape me, Elf (a.k.a. the Hairy Nuisance) has decided that the bathtub is the feline Holodeck -- she'll get in the tub and flop around, paw at things unseen, and generally entertain the hell out of herself.

Yesterday, I helped out a friend by mowing his yard while he was out of town; when I got home, I put the pants I'd worn into a little water in the tub to soak (in an effort to preclude grass stains). While I was in the bathroom, Elf wandered in and decided it was recreation time. However, it wasn't until she was halfway into the tub that she realized something else was already there -- and like to have had a seizure trying not to fall into the tub with it. In the process, she managed to do a face plant on the tub before falling most ungracefully onto the floor.

As I practically ruptured an internal organ laughing, she stomped off while cursing me, my ancestors, and any progeny I might have.

One of these days, I'm going to give in to the repeated temptation to leave about an inch or two of water in the tub, just for the entertainment value of seeing what happens when she jumps into it.