Kiwi-Ed's hotel room adventure. Oh dear.

So, last week I went to Wellington for business. Boring, boring, boring.

Imagine my surprise when I open my case on arrival to find Kiwi-Ed, with a sly, nasty little grin on his face. I was in a pickle. What should I do? Take him with me in my handbag and risk public embarrasment, or leave him in the hotel room and risk potential destruction of property?

It was quite a quandry. In the end, after much debate, I decided to shut Kiwi-Ed in the hotel room fridge. There was no safe, or wardrobe, so I decided the fridge was the next most secure location. For his own safety, of course. Hey, it's not like he was gonna get cold or anything, right?

I thought this was a fool-proof plan. Each night I got back to the hotel and he was still there, mumbling about human vampire rights and pacing the floor when I let him out of his chilly prison. This was all well and good, until I checked my camera (which had been safely tucked into the bottom of my case) today. Well, well, well, look what I found:

The commentary on these photos is my own - what I can only imagine Kiwi-Ed was thinking at the time. He most likely has a lot to say on the matter, but as he is currently on the naughty-step with vampire-proof duct tape (there is such a thing here in NZ), I am not allowing him to make conmment.

"Now, where did TwiKiwi leave the laptop?
She took it with her? Stupid girl" [thank gawd I did!]

"At least she has good taste in hotel-room-DVD-entertainment.
But who is that idiot on the right? I'll make sure he's out of shot"

"Room service? Do you have any human blood?
Hello? Hello?"

"Bored bored bored.
There aren't even any trees to climb. Or Spidermonkeys"

"What the hell does she use all this shit for?
There are things guys should never see"

"Yep, still got it"

"Perhaps I could start some fun.
If only fire couldn't kill me - that would really suck"

"Hmm, the perfect feather density. I have plans for these later on.
Wait, what? TwiKiwi's coming back? Well shit, that'll ruin everything"

"This is WAY more like it. Peaches & Cream, eh?"

Oh dear. Next time, I think I'll take my lockable suitcase, and check it thoroughly before I leave.