aftermath

When I had had Annabelle for just a few months and we were living in an apartment on Green Street in Syracuse, I came home one day to find her water bowl completely empty save for a couple feathers stuck to the bottom of it. There were feathers stuck in her coat. When I went to the bedroom I saw a scene not unlike the one that follows here:

When I got home from school yesterday, no more than two minutes before S. did, I walked into the living room to this. It was a little bit funny. When I heard the garage door open, I went downstairs to greet S. and told him I wanted him to experience what I had just experienced. "I don't wanna experience anything," he whined. "Tell me."

"Nope. I want you to have the same surprise I had."

"I'm not going upstairs. I'm gonna stay down here all night."

All of these feathers, folks, were from HALF a couch pillow. Dang, they stuff those things real good. Poor Petula the Penguin. She was covered and she had no way to escape.

We'll be finding feathers for at least the next week or so. I've blamed it all completely on Wrigley, though when I was telling Nan about it last night, she suggested that maybe the girls were playing tug-o-war with the pillow. Belly tells me no, it was all Wiggles. And while Wrigley was making this mess, Belly coached her, telling her what it was like when she had done the same thing. Back when she was a baby.