Imagine this. You have gotten home a little early this evening. Early enough to give the house a quick one-over so that it'll be clean when your wife arrives home.
As you hurry to load the dishwasher, a certain Badger suddenly appears in the kitchen. Time to wash the dishes! Maybe, this one time, you let that Badger lick a few instead of asking him to leave the kitchen. What'll it hurt and I'm in a hurry, right?
Imagine your surprise when that Badger gets his tags stuck in the bottom rack. You rush to save him from the evil, tag-catching dishwasher rack but you are too late. The Badger, in his panic, has removed the lower rack and is frantically dragging it across the living room, dirty dishes flying here and there. "If only," thinks the Badger, "I can reach the safety of my dog bed, then I can vanquish the evil dish rack."
As you leap over tumbling pots & pans to reach the Badger, he hulks and hulks and manages to rip his tags off, unraveling the entire wire loop holding them in place. He races away from said evil dishwasher rack while his sisters cower in abject terror. You are left with an even dirtier living room than when you started the "quick" clean up.
You would think that such an experience would discourage a certain Badger from insisting upon sticking his nose in the dishwasher every time we open it, right? Nope, back at his pre-rinse shenanigans first thing this morning.
*No dishes were harmed in the makings of the post.