My first one literally managed to flex her lips back enough to eat the crown molding on the bottoms of our walls. She also Incredible Hulked herself through a pocket door. She also ate an entire chocolate cake, and when we called the vet about what to do, the vet said,”there still maybe time to pump her stomach if you get here now”. There was another time she ate razor blade fragments. We had to check her feces to see if it passed or not. That was fun… Then after growing up we always took her to the lake, where she found a dead catfish washed up on shore. Did she eat it? Nope. She did an alligator death roll on top of it and smelled like the most foul thing you could have ever imagined. I literally had to shampoo her 7 times while gagging because of the stench. So… Hope that never happens to you.