Here's some more!
I couldn't find her a little bit ago, so I was going from room to room to room, yelling her name.
Then I got to the laundry room and heard this little cackle every time I said, "Lily?"
She was hiding from me. *Underneath* that huge, disgusting pile of dirty laundry. (Remember that body fluids list from yesterday? Yeah. All of that ended up in the laundry pile.)
I tried to pry her away, but she just kept running back and diving into the pile like it was one of those ball pits at McDonalds.
This is the face she made when I wouldn't let her be vile: