He does not laugh at me either. He is actually pretty freaked out by laughter. And clapping. And other random noises, but not the vacuum cleaner. The vacuum cleaner is comparable to Mozart´s Requiem, and the ear-bleeding screeching of BART as it crosses the San Francisco bay. They all get tweet accompaniment.
So I was laughing alone and in secret when I received the official CITES Export document yesterday, that allows me to take him out of the US. This is half a victory. All those people said it would take forever, but no, it only took three weeks. Go US Fish and Wildlife! I salute you.
