You may recall when we had the chinchilla (the nocturnal animal) in the middle of our very noisy living room. We have since moved it into Pamela's room.
Pamela doesn't play much with the chinchilla and it has become kind of angry and mean.
One day, Pamela told me, "I think the chinchilla is mad at me."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, she stares at me at night. And I think she's throwing poo at me."
Once I stopped my hysterical laughter, I asked,
"Why do you think that?"
"Because you know how sometimes when you're outside and you feel something hit you in the head? Like rain drops or a leaf from the tree? Yeah, it's like that. Except that I'm in my room. And the only thing there is the chinchilla. Who is staring at me."
The things we leave behind.
10 hours ago