what..?!

I found it on the floor he said.

He'd actually opened the dresser door where I keep all my cotton and wool, and carefully selected one of the biggest ones there. Then raced around the house with it at top speed, finally flopping down on the hearthrug to do the bit he likes the best - pulling out all the strands into one long tangled mess. As it was too late to save it I thought I may as well get some photos. I chose this one because his nose is all crumpled, and of course his wild eye.