More Fodder

Our living room eats the USB cables we use to charge our phones.

Sometimes the vacuum cleaner gets one.  Other times they have strange, miniature human toothmarks and a trace of congealing dribble.  
Anyway, they have a short and unhappy life.

This is a fresh batch of fodder for the cable chewers, mechanical and otherwise.  Into the drawer they go, ready for the next incident.

Depressing, isn't it?