Everybody at one time or another, but especially Hazel, lightly pecks me and are continually inspecting, tasting and testing my various clothes while I work on something or just hang out with them, and I let them. When they peck flesh it's usually not hard, and if it gets hard I let them know I don't like it. Somebody, Popcorn? grabbed a mole on the back of my arm and really yanked and twisted the other day. I let out a yell and that ended that. "Oh, I guess that's NOT a bug? Sorry!"  - and we'll see if that happens again....probably has to happen three more times though...  
 
  