My Furry Fiend

Yesterday I left my iBook out on the coffee table for roughly 60 seconds as I checked on some laundry. Upon closing the dryer door, I heard a terrible crunching noise that can only be attributed to the jaws of the magical monster who cohabitates my apartment.

Bravely, I approached the monster, grabbed him by the scruff of his outrageous mane (this is not as painful as it sounds, come on now), and stuck my hand into his glistening maw.

The spoils: mangled white plastic with a barely recognizable symbol, in a font that was strangely comforting to me….

I ran to the coffee table, and sure enough, the scoundrel had cleanly lifted the zero key from my beloved iBook. Just one key. No mess, just a hole. Mr. Flamingo, carelessly tossed beside the keyboard, stuffing streaming from fresh wounds, glared up at me as if to say “did you really expect any different?”

Exhibit A: They Keyboard

Exhibit B: The Missing Key

Exhibit C: The Culprit

I questioned the furry fiend, but he would not tell me the answer to my most burning question: why? Why the zero?

Lessons Learned:

1. Do not trust Obie alone, even for 60 seconds.

2. Clean your keyboard every once in a while. I mean, seriously.

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