When I saw Mayhem trot through the living room with his open collar dangly limply in his mouth like a dead snake for the second time in less than 30 minutes, I gave up. It took him less than 48 hours to figure it out. The furry brats are again running about nekkid and shackle free. The little escape artist’s technique? It’s a press-and-pull safety collar. Mayhem wiggles it with his paws until he gets the clasp in his mouth. He then bites down on it while using his paws and neck for leverage to pull it apart. He also opens doors and kitchen drawers. We are soooo screwed.