Molly strikes again.
My African grey was perched on my shoulder, innocent as ever—then bam, she slides down my arm like a feathered assassin and dives beak-first into my egg sandwich. Yolk everywhere, crumbs flying, total zero remorse.
One bite for me, the rest for her.
Pet people of V: how do you deal with food thieves? Distraction bribes? Hard no’s? Or do you just cook double and call it family sharing?
Drop your best defense (or defeat) stories below. Molly’s winning so far. 🦜🥪
