That's awful! Reminded me of another bad roomie tale - can't believe I could've forgotten about this one. I had a roommate for awhile who had two dogs - both were lab mixes. One of them went into my room one night while I was at work and proceeded to eat the sleeves off my new $230 ski jacket, which I had worn maybe three times at that point. He got in because my roomie went into my room to borrow a CD and forgot to close the door when she was done. In addition to the jacket he also ate the crotches out of three pairs of my sweatpants that were on the floor, ate about a third of my concert ticket stubs that I'd been collecting since I was 13 years old, as well as part of the tackboard they were on, and ate half of my body pillow - cover and all. He then puked ALL over my room - floor, bed, closet, there was even some splashed on the walls. When my roomie found this mess what did she do? She closed my bedroom door and didn't mention it to me at all when I got home. We sat and talked for about an hour, and then she went to bed. I opened my bedroom door to this delightful scene. I could've killed her.