he even tried to pry open one of the doors, but it was locked. i could’ve helped him but i was trying to remain neutral.
he gained entrance to the chicken coop for the first time in a while--it had been stuffed with bags of yard waste for probably five years, then a few weeks ago my dad had a bonfire. anyway, apparently it smells fascinating in there. andy spent a good fifteen minutes sniffing every inch of the floor, stopping to cock his head and listen and dig or point at whatever invisible thing, while reed and i watched and giggled, egging him on by whispering “what’s that?! what is it munchie?! get it! get the kitty!!” and making scratching noises on the walls. when i called him off he came out with whiskers full of spiderweb and stubby little legs all covered in chicken dust.