At some point between me getting out of bed this morning and finishing my shower something happened. I came out of the bathroom to find the whole living area covered with bits of tin foil lined with a thin white paper.
Last night
viridis_ama decided to make her Unreproducible Chili™ (called such because it has no recipe), so I picked up a loaf of pre-made garlic bread on the way home.
Supper was a hit and we rolled up the remaining half-loaf of bread and stowed it on the counter.
Yes, in a completely untrustworth (and somewhat unusual manner), Elsie had decided to help herself to the remaining half-loaf of garlic bread. This is no small amount of bread, either!
Right now Elsie is confined to her bed, but I really don't know how to even properly discipline her for this. Does she even know why she's in trouble if I come after her well after she's already done bad? I dunno. She doesn't seem too repentant with a belly full of bread.
Oh, pets.