Yes, that's right. I lost a pair of jeans to my jean eating car. How? I sat down in the driver's seat, in a little bit of a hurry since I was running late for work when I heard a rip near my butt. Embarrassed, I got out and used my purse to cover up the small hole just below the rear pocket (No where near anyplace really embarrassing, but still...) and went back into the house to change.

It reminded me of a time three months ago when a very similar incident when I sat down and my pant tore except in that incident, the pant leg pretty much disintegrated. I chalked that up to my pants being worn out and promptly forgot about it.

But today's incident was a bit odd. The tear originated in the same spot and I had a small red mark on my rear leg that could only come from something hard and sharp, the item that took out my jeans.

So, after getting ready for work a second time and in a different pair of jeans, I went to my car and examined the left side of the driver's seat and I noticed the seat belt buckle was jammed between the door and the seat with the handle sticking straight up. It didn't take long for me to see that this was how I lost my pants. I sat down on this, slid onto the seat and this protruding metal, which wasn't sharp to break skin, but enough to catch fabric, proceeding to rip my pants in two.

From now on, I'll try to keep Kimiko's teeth away from my clothing or any other part of me. She already costs me a fortune in oil and gasoline. I don't need to add my wardrobe to her diet.