I’m guessing that after reading the title of this post, you might have figured that I didn’t make it into the studio today.
Wiggum got into a bottle of prescription medication and ate the entire contents (I caught him before he ate the bottle too).
To say that I freaked out is putting it mildly. As I drove him to the vet, Wiggum staggered onto my lap and flopped there. He never does that. I was convinced that he was trying to tell me that he was going to die.
I sobbed for the entire drive.
Thankfully, he was okay. It seems that he knew well enough to pick a medication that wouldn’t kill him. He didn’t even need to get his stomach pumped.