As you can see, it's been chewed up... And of course I knew exactly who to blame, Lilly, the little Boxer. So I started the search for the blades. As I looked, I knew there was a distinct possibility I might be calling the Vet. And I began to wonder what the cost of x-rays would be, and if they did prove she'd swallowed the blades, what the cost of the surgery would be, and, while I have no problem with the expense, this is not the way I prefer to have points put on my Amazon credit card. While I could write a check, I hate taking that much money out of the bank, so I decided earning the points would be better. As you can tell by my thinking process, and while I do say "shit" a lot, I am not one who panics, at all. This is why, when anything serious does happen, I am the one everybody calls.