Ted helping Gramma Bibi with search-and-rescue efforts somehow resulted in his appearing out of a freshly-dug hole in the basement wall this morning, clutching a pointlessly complicated gold-and-lapidary fish.
Now he's batting the damn fish all over the house and I had to go out to Menards for cement blocks and a big thing of Super Glue.
I hope Beebs at least got some use out of the equipment.