I'm not sure which one is crazier, my son or my dog. I was cutting my sons' fingernails this morning. (Yes, I still do it for him- he butchers his nails if he does it.) and my dog kept scrambling around under my feet. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. I finally saw that she was eating the occasional bit that I dropped on the hard wood floor. Ugh- disgusting! That prompted my son to recall this little plastic dragon he had when he was around 4 years old. It was hollow and I believe made to be a toothbrush holder somehow. I found out he was "feeding" his dragon his fingernails and toenails he would dig out of the trash. Quirky- yes. Sick- yes.... Needless to say, the dragon went away shortly thereafter. You cannot imagine the things the mind of a child come up with.