Sophie strikes again. When I moved in I put those plastic bait ant thingies in various places making sure they were where Sophie or Buddy couldn't get them. I placed one WAAAAY back in the corner of the kitchen cabinet - you know, that place no one can reach. Since I'm in the process of painting the cabinet doors and replacing the hardware my cabinets one at a time, have no doors. The other night I come out of the office and find, you got it, pieces of the plastic all over the floor. Sophie (Trouble) had crawled all the way to the back of the cabinet and gotten the bait trap. Well, its about 9:30 pm so I call the vet's emergency number. Vet first tells me the bait in the traps aren't very bad (figures since the ants are thriving) and to give Sophie a tablespoon of salt and wait for her to throw up. Worked in about five minutes (who knew - I've learned something) and she was just fine. Never even appeared sick or upset stomach. I think she has a cast iron stomach.
So her new name is now Trouble or maybe Damn It Sophie.