Gotta love that string! I just can't get enough string playtime. I've got an assortment of laces and such on my mat, and that damn string is one thing I just can't stay away from.
I've pretty much chewed the crap out of my laces. I've now developed a habit of sitting in front of dad and staring at him while he sits on the corner of their bed flossing his teeth at night. He does his thing, and then dangles the floss in front of me and I swat and bat at it with glee.
Until he settles it on my head where I can't see it. I know it's there, I can feel it, but it's not fun when I can't see it to swipe at it and chew on the end. So I walk away, no longer interested.
Even though I'm a large girl (shut up, dad) I'm flexible and agile, as you can see. Yeah, they make fun of my shape and my weight distribution, center of gravity, blah, blah, blah, etc.
Like they're perfect...
One day dad was removing slats from a set of mini blinds to adjust the length, and had the string that holds everything together layed out on the floor. Nope, couldn't stay away from that, either. Like I said, gotta love that string.