I bought her this snake. It's puncture proof so the squeaker won't die. I kind of wish it would because she's able to squeak it and squeak it she does. From room. To Room. To Room.
I found it by her dishes this morning. I guess she thought it was thirsty. Or it went there itself. My husband is terrified of snakes so we're not going to posit this theory very loudly.
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