We miraculously still have our giggling gator and it has survived longer than any other plush toy around here. Today, for something totally different, Wen introduced us to a new toy: a wiggling gator.
This crazy plastic thing is a wind-up contraption on wheels with a spring in the middle. She wound it up, put it down, and it wiggled its way across the floor as its jaws chomped. It made a strange noise as it wound down so Molly and I were very cautious at first, but then we both tried to bite it as it wiggled toward us.
Quickly, we got pretty riled up, so after a few wiggly routes around the living room and us going from cautiously interested to attack mode, Wen put the gator away.
It seems as though we Scotties like to chomp on our gator toys and we don’t care whether they are wiggling or giggling!
