I had to take Harriet’s new fish away from her, at least temporarily. She very deliberately started chewing them his lower fins off. I should try to get a photo of it, because it’s kind of impressive. There’s a straight cut line, as if she’d used scissors.
I think I’m going to have to cut the fins off completely if I want to give the fish back to her. I don’t think she’d actually eat them, but I don’t want to take a chance. For now, Mr. Groovy Fish is sitting on top of one of the bookcases. Harriet is not amused. Every time I go into the living room, she parks herself in front of him and moos, like a lovesick cow.
red paper boat 