Rod: I finally gave it up. I pooped. Mom still can't figure out what I ate (I'm so clever that way). It looked sort of like carpet maybe...or yarn. I have pica and eat anything so it's hard to tell. I also got my cone off yesterday, so Mom let me keep it off, and my face is doing fine. Jimmy is not mad at me anymore, now that I'm not wearing that cone. Mom sprayed for those little tiny brown ants yesterday, and locked Jimmy and me in the bedrooms all day. The ants are gone though. She is happy.
Jimmy: Thank goodness Rod is not wearing that cone anymore! I thought he had died and was coming back to haunt me with that ugly blue cone around his neck!