That would be my coffee on the floor and my favorite cup (that cannot be replaced) broken in a bunch of pieces. What you don't see is the coffee-drenched Bug who, after being told three times not to touch it and having it pushed back further than (I thought) she could reach, stretched as high as she could and LUNGED to swipe my cup off the counter. I moved quickly to strip her down and put cold, wet dish towels all over her head and chest while she screamed - mostly in fear. It was pointed out to me that she probably thought, "Shit! I broke Mom's favorite mug and now she's trying to suffocate me with this wet dish towel!" Fortunately - for both of us - I did not suffocate her and she was not burned. She DID, however, run along very obediently to sit on Time Out on the bottom step. And, for the first time ever, she did not move until she was told that she could. Hot damn I was scared and then mad! And where was Belly throughout this whole ordeal? Standing in the dining room, holding the purple Care Bear, saying, "No no no no no no no no." Good times.