Stairway to somewhere

Mother: “Sweetheart, your Ziploc with the contents from your owl pellet dissection is still on the counter at your breakfast spot. It can’t stay there, so would you please find another place for it to live if you want to keep it?”

Daughter: “Oh, yes! I know just where to put it!”

Also Daughter:

A perfect home for literally nothing.

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