Mosquito

Serge has a new toy
We call it the mosquito, and my philodendron quakes every time he gets it out. 

Lily no longer hides in the closet, but still watches it with great suspicion. I think she would have already pounced, if it weren't for the awful noise it makes. 

As I said, mosquito

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