The fish is still in the Tupperware cabinet, scaring the bejesus out of Vaughnie.
Mama's been happy about not having plastic containers all over the floor.
It's a win win... Except for Vaughn, I guess. Moving on.
A few days ago she opened the cabinet, looked at the fish, and said, "Whoa". She repeated it one more time, then walked away.
Today she opened the cabinet and reached down to touch the fish. From where I was sitting I couldn't tell if she actually touched it or not, but this is a sign. The fish is losing it's power.
I'm gonna need something stronger.