Escapees

I almost never use a baby gate anymore. Today I put one up while I was cleaning so that the girls wouldn't back track through the house bringing their little tornadoes of destruction with them. At one point I was in the family room and it was way too quiet. Chiggie was in the dining room and I asked her where Tea and Midge were. She ran through the kitchen to check and yelled for me to come. I ran in half expecting them to have ravaged the pantry and dumped out the flour or something. Nope. They were gone. They tore the gate down. They didn't knock it down. They tore it down. It was ripped down the middle and they crawled through the hole. Luckily their trail was still hot and we caught them on the stairs. Sheesh.