I Go Pluck in the Night

Teddy woke up this morning with a chip on his shoulder.., actually it was more like a bald patch on his leg. 

I wished him a good morning, and fully expected the same greeting in return, but when he mumbled something under his breath and proceeded to brush his teeth, it became apparent that I was the source of his irritation.   When I asked why he was in such a grumpy mood, he cast a menacing look my way, as if I were harboring some disorderly secret. 

Many people choose waxing as a source of hair removal. Some embrace tweezing over waxing. Still, there are others who weather the exotic waters of the Mid Eastern threading method. I, on the other hand, employ a plucking technique-- or so I've heard. 

Apparently, I yanked a patch of hair out of Teddy's leg in my sleep last night, murmured something incoherent, and then dozed back off into la la land. 

I've heard of sleepwalking and sleep talking. I've even heard of sleep eating, but sleep plucking? 

Is this an extension of my subconscious? Am I repressing some sort of unresolved frustration with Teddy's leg hair? I have no idea what it all means, but possibly I am the one with a chicken to pluck.