Santa brought me a tiny micro-drone, and I was enjoying learning how to fly her today. While I expected the cats to be interested in the noisy little hummingbird-like device, I didn't expect the blind rage that erupted from Belle, our 14lb disabled Chihuahua/Beagle mix.
Whenever the wee quadcopter took off, the dog would freak out, barking and spraying saliva while doing her best Cujo impression. She instantly abhorred the toy with every fiber of her being, and wanted it dead RIGHT NOW !!!
I laughed at the expression of pure hate emanating from our tiny sweet pup, not paying attention to the sneaky bugger of a cat - Max Von Sydow - who had climbed the back of the overstuffed chair. During one maneuver, the drone dropped to about six feet of altitude, and a white ball of fur came
flying past my shoulder to bat the toy right out of the air.
Unbalanced by the sneak attack, the device took a full-speed header into the picture window, disabling it further. The tiny terror at my feet dragged herself over to the wounded toy, and proceeded to dispatch it with a flurry of bites. Dead.
One motor now makes noise only, one is quiet, and the other two sound sick and turn the props unevenly; this thing is properly destroyed.
Great job on the inter-species teamwork, guys ! Do they look pleased at their handiwork?
For scale, with fat Zen in the background.