Every night since we brought Laszlo home, Ilsa’s gone into a frenzy of overturning her furniture. Plants torn down, shelves knocked over, substrate shoveled into her water, and tons of periscoping in the general direction of little bro’s viv.
Stop peeping innocently from beneath that fake leaf, you little shit. These tantrums will not stand!
Is he behaving? Is he intimidated? Is he just too small to effectively knock his things over? Is he taking notes?