...And Muffin cowering in fear everytime he sees one? No, really, I forget that he's terrified of them until I innocently pop one out of the drive and see him stretched into bowling-pin shape and hissing before he turns tail and scampers up my arm and behind my head....

And yet while I say that now, he's poofed out on one foot curled up against my head. He's a good wee pig.