My person still doesn’t get it about predators. Recently she’s been hanging out with a big bottle of glue. She picks it up, holds it for a while, puts it back down, picks it up again. . . . She keeps doing this. She doesn’t get how dangerous it is to be so close to predators, no matter how much I try to warn her. I nip her ear and bite the bottle, but that just makes her mad. Believe me, with her buddy-buddy attitude towards predators, she wouldn’t survive one minute in the jungle. It’s hard enough for me to keep her safe in the house.