Alice had one the G-Piggies on the chaise. She moved on to another activity and put the guinea pig away without, of course, cleaning up after it. I brought her back to clean up the bits of guinea poop spread about the room. I had to point out various remnants because Alice was constitutionally incapable of noticing them (plus telling her to use a tissue instead of her fingers). Looking at the dispersal I asked ‘What did you do, fling the guinea pig around the room emitting poop?”. Mom laughed out loud at this, saying she had a vision of a Alice wielding a guinea pig poop cannon, squeezing off rapid fire pellets. Now that vision haunts me as well …