Curiosity killed my cat. Well, okay, it wasn't my cat. But...it was my curiosity. I didn't mean to do it...I just forgot. I had been messing with some of Buffy's weapons when she wasn't home, as I often did. I mean, there was no reason for me not to learn how to use them, right? Sure, my sister's the Slayer, but because I'm not she gets to have all the fun? I don't think so.
So, anyway, I was messing with the crossbow. Wicked weapon by the way. I was pretending to shoot some of the stuff around the house. You know, playing commando. Leaning around the doorways and leaping into rooms like I actually knew what I was doing. It was kind of like when little boys play soldier, only I had a real weapon that I knew how to use...sort of. I thought I knew how to use it, but thinking and actually knowing aren't even close to the same thing.
Okay, so while I was pretending to shoot stuff…I actually ended up making quite a mess 'cause I really had no idea what I was doing with my nifty 'toy.' After hearing some glass shatter, I decided that maybe I should clean up said mess before Buffy returned and demanded to know what I was doing.
I put the crossbow on the coffee table and went for the broom and dust pan. At least it hadn't been anything important that I'd broken. We tended to not keep important breakable stuff downstairs 'cause it always ended up broken. I quickly swept up the glass and dumped it into the trash can that was under the kitchen sink.
When I opened the closet to put the broom away, I hit the jackpot. I'd found Buffy's secret stash of the weapons that she kept hidden from me. There was a vast array of swords, knives, stakes, axes, and a bunch of other things that looked really cool, but I wasn't sure what they did.
Of course, being the curious girl that I am, I had to check out some of those weapons. I didn't play commando with them as I had the crossbow. Decided that I didn't want to clean up another mess. I just took some out to look at them. Honest, I only wanted to look.
While I was looking at one of the swords that I could barely lift - it was a heavy sucker - I heard a screech from the living room and the sound of the crossbow bolt flying. Oh, god. I'd forgotten the safety…
Upon running into the living room, I discovered that Miss Kitty Fantastico had been the one to set off the crossbow. Unfortunately she hadn't gotten out of the way and…well, yeah…curiosity killed the cat.
So, the other night when Xander made a comment about not leaving my crossbow lying around, I had to tell him that: "I don't leave crossbows around all willy-nilly. Not since that time with Miss Kitty Fantastico."