Hanging from the ceiling above one of Ollie's gyms is a long plastic chain and a vine swing (
StarBird Fine Vine Swing - 3 ft long) that she loves to climb up and down. Today, while midway up to the ceiling, the whole thing comes crashing down-birdie and all. I sit frozen to the couch, horrified (I need to reevalute how I react in situations like this), until I see movement near the back of the gym. She's clinging to the main vertical pole, wide eyed, waiting to be rescued. I quickly grab her in for a cuddle, sure that she's now scarred for life. While secure in my arms (and already wriggling to get free from her overly-affectionate momma) she lets out a loud, excited "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" followed by a chuckle. I'm convinced she planned this whole thing for kicks and giggles... she'll be the death of me for sure.