A bathroom dash seemed doable. Usually, I collect whatever Tuna’s focused on and hide it until I return to the scene of the crime. Not any hiding place will do. He watches me like a hawk and knows how to open cabinets, which is why I frequently find missing stuff in my underwear drawer because I simply forgot stashing it there as a diversion. In this particular instance, Tuna must have gone into action fast and I’m relieved he didn’t bite down on the wires before I returned or the dude might have been tragically lit up for the holidays.