Apparently African grey parrots are the latest tiktok trend and I for one hope that I have done my part here to accurately represent the cosmic horror of being trapped in your home with a small dinosaur-shaped child who speaks in your voice and will live forever.
Lately he has decided that he is the guardian of the kitchen and that guests are not allowed in it (he will chase them to bite their feet).
After sixteen years of living with Ripley I do find it pretty easy. But I've had sixteen years to get used to him throwing food around the room, splashing water everywhere, screaming at random, chewing holes in furniture, and biting me (hard!!!) when he's mad or hormonal or bored or just got too excited playing (this last one is the ONLY circumstance in which he will show remorse and say "sorry" after biting).
He's my friend. He's a little guy I love a lot. He's also a wild animal doing his best to live in a house in the city thousands of miles from his natural habitat.