Me and Sheila E.

Lest you think I am living some glamorous, authorial life, now, let me present Simone’s latest hobby: flinging things into the bathtub.
Hobby

Now that she is bipedal, there are all manner of cupboards and drawers she can open, and when she’s not busy removing my tampons from their box or unshelving all of the books within her reach, she likes to gather random objects from around the apartment, transport them into the bathroom, and heave them into the tub. She is never out of my sight for more than a few moments, thus I am not sure how she manages this without detection, but manage it she does, and it is something of a shock to sit down to pee only to be confronted with most of the contents of your bathroom vanity. Is she building a nest? Is this art? I don’t know.

An inventory of the items in the above photograph, clockwise-ish from left to right:

1. Unopened set of velcro rollers
2. Bath ball
3. Three travel makeup bags–one Sephora brush bag, two Laura Mercier gift-with-purchase pouches
4. Another bath ball
5. Roll of toilet paper
6. Curling iron pouch, heat-resistant
7. Rag? Underwear?
8. Dirty sock from laundry basket
9. Tampon, removed from wrapper
10. Electric razor
11. Toothbrush
12. Toilet paper, loose
13. Charging stand for electronic toothbrush
14. Another sock
15. Rubber Ducky/water temperature gauge

Is she preparing for the apocalypse, or is this a daring indictment of 21st century materialism, and the meaningless detritus from which we construct our lives? Freaky-crow-baby, or GENIUS?