This evening Bryan and were sitting in the living room having a nice chat about our day while Zoe played in her bedroom. Seemed nice that she was occupied on her own until she came out asking for “something to wipe the table”. “What table”. “in my room”, she says. Oh no! She had gotten into the bathroom, up on the stool, grabbed the fish food, and dumped all of it in her fish tank. Then, I Think, she saw it was too much and tried to lift some of the goo out. Moist fish food was ALL OVER the place and she had found that a bathroom towel just didn’t do the trick. It smelled so gross. She and I cleaned her room while Bryan saved the fish. They now live in the kitchen (my kitchen).