We can QUANTIFY stupid on this one.
Effie failed to put our trash bin back after she moved it to do Heaven-knows-what this past Monday. So, of course, I shouted in my most convincing voice. I'd prefer not to repeat the language here, but suffice it to say, I recommended she spend less time staring at us and more time leaving our (stuff) alone.
For the past couple of evenings, the bin has been in its customary place, but it's been turned 90 degrees in one direction or another each time. We can add childish to the descriptors for her.
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