Oh. Ho. The determined little rodent is really being a handful today, isn't he. Well, there's one method Koel can think of to calm the little shitpossum down.

(At this point, those who don't call it such are in the minority. Koel compromises by simply calling it the "thing". Grandparents don't swear.)

She waits until the raging, screeching beast has its eyes on her, and she gives him an angry, disappointed glare.

"Ahem."

You disappoint Grandma, shitpossum.

No snacks for you.