This is a zhu zhu pet.
This is what a zhu zhu pet sounds like.
There really is no good reason to have one of these. There’s absolutely no justification for having four in one home. Even if they are gifted to your child. By someone who claims to love you.
But there are four in our home. Still. No one plays with them anymore. But they still are the bane of my existence.
X-Man, or I believe it was X-Man although in all fairness Cinco seems to call the shots in their relationship, played a fun game with them. One of those two decided to play race, with the zhu zhu pets. The track well the heating ducts in the walls. They pulled out a bookshelf, which I how I know this was a “they” project and removed the protective grill. And sent their zhu zhu pets off the races.
Once of X-Man’s first naptime adventures after moving in was to throw balls down the same vent. As a result, the father figure determined it was way too complicated to dismantle the networks of tubes in order to retrieve X-Man’s toys. We told X-Man to rage against the nap machine in a less frustrating manner and he complied for well over a year. Which is why I’ve put money on Cinco being heavily involved.
So, the zhu zhu pets are now hanging out with the balls, and who knows what other toys. Which, in the father figure’s estimation, isn’t such a bad thing. Except that the zhu zhu pets make obnoxious noises. And they are sensitive creatures that and easily set off. Things like….air set them off. These toys are now residing in an air duct. In which air passes through…..regularly.
Air passes through these ducts, one is easily reminded how connected they all are. And how noise travels through these ducts easily and rapidly. It’s especially swell when the heat kicks on at night and the zhu zhu pets squeal its arrival.
Never boring. I yearn for boring.