From the Forgot to Mention pile:
About a month ago, Leelo broke our new flatscreen TV (which itself replaced the ten-year-old B-stock TV that he broke in August). Once he stopped grimacing, Seymour replaced it, and installed a custom polycarbonate shield to protect our media altar from future THWACK THWACK THWACK attacks:
(Bonus points to anyone who can name this ST:TOS episode. Hint: Spock does Flamenco dancing.)
Of course, Leelo has already figured out how to remove the shield. But doing so takes significant effort and time, and detaching industrial-grade velcro makes a lot of noise. We've been able to intercept all incidents, so far.
Meanwhile, I am feeling grateful for my sizable and conveniently located laundry room, as Mali and Leelo have been home for two days, ejecting foul-smelling material from various orifices. More gratitude: Neither Seymour nor I have been affected (other than the additional cleanup duty), nor have we been caught in the line of fire. Keeping our fingers crossed for more of that luck, as this weekend looks like it's going to be a beautiful one.