I came home from visiting my mom in the hospital, to be greeted by Charley dashing out the door the second it was opened and.....silence. No Isaac. Then I looked in the hallway and saw a big pile of wood shavings at the base of the bathroom door. I cautiously opened the door to find one panicky Isaac. Somehow he had inadvertantly got himself shut in the bathroom (the problem of old houses with sloping floors and doors that drift shut by themselves) for the six hours I was away, and he has totallly - and do I mean totally - destroyed the bathroom. The door is no more - he has stripped away every bit of wood on the bottom half of the door except the thin outside panel on one side. Part of the wall is also totally gone. The towel racks are on the floor. The bathroom tissue is shredded. The towels are history. It is one totally unmitigated disaster zone.
Good thing my landlord was out here yesterday and not likely to be back for a few weeks - anyone know a good handyman? This is definitely beyond my capacity to fix.