Fredo, now seven months old and as large as his big sister, has in the last two weeks chewed up my iPhone, my universal remote, all the way through a power cord, and two toilet paper rolls.
Exasperating inconveniences, all. But his pièce de résistance was rooting through my laundry basket and shredding the elastic band in every last pair of underwear I own. It turns out the elastic band is highly functional. Take it from someone whose underwear has been resting in an unruly pile at the crotch of his pants all week.