Once Ernie de-crotches a pair of underwear, I usually keep it around for a couple of day before tossing it. I guess I think of it as a deterrent – I can pull it out and shake it in his face and tell myself I’m reminding him of past sins and discouraging him from repeating them.
Oh, you don’t like them on your head, huh?
Promise not to chew up any more underwear?
WTF? I don’t even like underwear.
Don’t even think about it. Seriously.