As I was getting out of the shower the other morning, Bruce asked, "Do you mind if a bird touches every single one of your Q-tips?"
Well, what more needs to be said, really.
Q-tips offer Harley a favorite sensation: two different materials in one beakful. He holds it in his beak like this, and scrapes/bites (some/most of) the cotton off the stick. And then he drops it off the side of the counter, and watches where it falls.
(Only that first photo is really in focus.)
It used to be that Harley was only occasionally interested in a Q-tip, so I'd only give one to him once in a while. But now that Bruce has started giving him the very classy small yogurt container full of swabs every morning, it's become a daily treat.
First, you take each and every Q-tip out of the container and watch where they fall. And then you try to take the cotton off the tips. Good times.
Needless to say, I've started getting my fresh swabs from the very classy storage box
from under the sink.