The bird I posted about a while ago on the Happiness thread has just destroyed a couple of my sculptures I made many years ago from Super Sculpey. This little demon bird, some kind of finch or something, totally innocuous looking little thing like you'd see pecking at the ground in your yard, got in somehow and I haven't been able to get rid of it. It's completely fearless—it either understands that I'm a friendly large mammal like a deer, or it knows it can fly 30 circles around me as I clumsily attempt to catch it in what must seem like super slow motion. I got used to the little guy being around, though he makes a surprising amount of noise flapping and fluttering and landing on everything. It's also small enough to go right under the floor gap on several of the doors in this old house (some of the gaps you can put a hand under). So it pretty much goes where it will, and there's nothing I can do about it. I was starting to think of it as a little feathered friend, and imagined maybe one day it'll eat out of my hand or something. Though I did get a little upset when I started seeing the little white splotches here and there. It seems to like being in the same room I'm in much of the time. I'm starting to think it's because it wants to torment and mock me. I was sitting here in the studio, where the computer is, where I spend more time than anywhere else when I'm awake, and he was fluttering all over hyperactively as he likes to do. Suddenly he landed on one of the sculptures, an approximately life-sized hand anatomy study I did long ago, that stands upright on a high shelf. Immediately sculpture and bird tipped forward. The bird just flapped it's little devil wings a few times as the sculpture fell and several fingers went flying off in different directions .I've had that thing for over a decade and never put a scratch on it, then in comes this little half-pint terror and destroys it in an instant. But the story doesn't end there. In far less time than it takes to type it, the bird landed on the next available perch, a small head sculpture right next to the other one. About the time that hand was disintegrating, the head tipped forward and came crashing down, and the evil little monster flew down to land on the floor where I could swear it was tittering evilly. Then disaster compounded itself as I leaped up screaming and cursing, tried to put my hands up to prevent any more of the rampage, and clumsily knocked 2 more sculptures off the shelf. The little caricature oven-mitt one survived, it only lost a tiny little hanging loop, but the second hand, which was an original (the other hand was a casting, fortunately the original of it still survives) shattered into many fragments. I roundly cursed and threatened that little monster with all manner of deaths and tortures. I haven't seen it since, though I do hear it in other rooms now and then. I told it I was going to take away the food and water I put out for it, catch it, and put it right back out in the snow and ice. But after the flush of initial shock faded a bit I came to my senses and told it I didn't really mean any of that, and that it can continue to live her for a while longer. Really I have no idea how I could get it out if it doesn't want to go out.