He'll do whatever it takes to get ahold of food items. After almost three years, I thought we'd finally figured out how to Larry-proof our apartment.
We got really lucky with him; he's not much of a chewer. He has never really destroyed our material things, clothes, shoes, furniture, etc. I knew that he liked chemicals, because he tries to lick your legs when you have lotion on, or he'll try to taste the medicine you put on your face.
The other day I came home and found this:
This was my brand new 3.5 ounce bottle of hand cream/ointment. He licked it dry.
I called the emergency vet, who instructed me to call poison control. The vet at poison control would only give me a consultation if I forked over 65 bucks. I thought that was pretty lame, because if I had to end up taking him to the vet anyway, it would have been another xx dollars. She didn't sound terribly concerned when I told her what he had ingested, so I did some googling and determined that it was probably non-toxic. Since he was acting totally fine we just decided to keep an eye on him.
The next morning, we woke up and said: "Larry, you're alive!" Other than being extra-gassy, he's been fine for the past few days.
Daryl got onto me about leaving my lotion out, but I was like, "C'mon, he's had access to lotion for years and it hasn't been an issue. It's not like I left it on the floor. Or in his food bowl."
So now I guess I'll have to put that up, too.