After she did that for a few minutes, I noted that she had "inflated it" and it would not go into its cage.
"No problem," she said, slapping a bag of frozen Brussels sprouts on my groin . . . brrr . . .
She then caged it, and whipped out a lock. A one-pound padlock. Fortunately, its shank will not go through the little hole in the cage, so the little brass padlock went on instead . . .
No "O" since June 18 (seventy-four days). - corrected my addition.
