Midna HATES having her butt washed, or wiped, or looked at in any way. I pick her up to examine it and she pulls her magnificent fluffly tail* up between her legs and hugs it to cover herself--which only adds to the mess, of course. (She was also dismayed to discover that, after a shampooing, I had somehow stolen the fluffly tail and a ratty wet snake had attached itself to her butt where it used to be. I swear she spent 20 minutes turning in circles. Fortunately her tail came back later.)

I should clarify that I meant The Martian book. I have yet to see the movie. BUT I WANNNNNNA


*She treats her tail like her blankie. It's such an entity that it has its own name now: Hobbes.