Why...

[bunn]

is it that when I think to myself 'Right!  Time for bed, so I can rise bright and early tomorrow!'  I inevitably find myself having to do something like scrub paintbrush cleaner off a furiously growling and savagely angry Bungle? 

I think the Bungle is OK, having been scrubbed enthusiastically under the tap. Right. Now I AM going to bed.

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[chainmailmaiden]

Oh dear, which one was it?

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Yama Bungle. He had managed to get it really all over himself - a little paintbrush cleaner goes such a long way! I had to hold him in the sink and soak him completely to get it off. He did stop wriggling eventually - I am not sure if he just lost the will to live or if he realised that the water was stopping it from stinging his nose and eyes. He became angry again when I began to towel him dry...

Then of course as soon as I let go of him he shot out of the house and disappeared, leaving me panicking that he was going to get ill in a bush or make his runny nose worse by sulking outside in the autumnal cold while all wet. I actually got up again at 3am and went all round the place looking for him with no luck of course. He turned up bright and breezy at breakfast, the little bastard! :-D

[chainmailmaiden]

My bets were on it being Yama & I can imagine just how displeased & growly he was, I don't envy you one bit! Don't suppose the solvent helped clear his nasal passages then...