We keep our microwave on top of the icebox. And the icebox sits just inside the kitchen where the door to the garage is. I just realized if I opened the door to the microwave and turned all the lights off that Sweety would probably lose an eye (or whack himself in the head really good at the least) on the prong thing that holds the door closed when he walks into it. I could even hide in the pantry and witness the carnage. The idea came to me as I was getting something to drink and it tickled me so much that soda came out of my nose.
I was pretty pissy with him yesterday but thought I was over it today. Maybe, subconsciously, I'm not.
It's nice to know that the microwave can be used as my secret weapon.
Edited @ 10:47 p.m. - Sweety just called and offered a fine apology for yesterday. He is safe from the microwave.