When I was out in the yard with Molly, I found some small red balls. I squished one of them to see if they were paintballs, and the bright pink goo confirmed it. Why are there paintballs in my yard? I'm not pleased about this - hopefully I found all of them before Molly did.
Molly being silly in the car:
Uh oh! That's good. The paint on animal fur is a pain in the butt to get out.