Had our first one hopelessly crashing about in a bedroom this week. They have less coordination than a golden retriever.

Was it in the bath with you or? Your answer determines how cute I find this

Poor thing must've overslept. It's nearly July!

A very early childhood memory of mine was playing swingball with my mother in the garden, one of these came lumbering through the field of conflict. I don't think mother even noticed it until it flew exactly into the space where the tennis ball and her raquet were about to connect; she obliterated it. I knew it was an accident but it was a while until I could look at her the same way I did before.