A Mischievous Parrot Tale

One morning, I couldn’t find the remote. Again.
I checked under the couch, behind the cushions, everywhere.

Then I saw it. The remote. In the cage.

My parrot, Kiwi, was perched proudly beside it like a little villain, casually chewing off the last rubber button.

I don’t even know how she got it.
She must’ve flown across the room, snatched it off the armrest, and dragged it back like treasure.

This wasn’t even her first crime.
She once dropped my earring behind the fridge while making eye contact.
And don’t get me started on the time she “answered” my work call by yelling “HELLO??” three times, then hung up by walking across the screen.

She’s a feathered chaos agent, and I love her for it.

So tell me, what’s the most mischievous thing your parrot has ever done?
I’m sure Kiwi would love to hear about her fellow rebels.