Not my best work but rolling duct tape into a giant “O” works just fine. That is, if I practically turn it into a pile of grey tape that I cross my fingers will stay up and hope it lasts long enough to blame on dad on football night. Now that the hole in the wall is covered, I can get back to cleaning up all the pink sparkly hair. While I do that, maybe I can give Charlie a snack. It has been a while since I brought them home from the pet store, so who knows how long it has been since they ate.