Contraband

Danger's my middle name, Daddy.

Lulu is her own worst enemy and we're rather thankful for it.

She is drawn, like the proverbial moth to a flame, to any and all items that could cause her harm. She has some kind of internal danger radar that will filter out all safe items in the room and locate the most dangerous object.

Her downfall however is that, after she has locked on to her target, and starts to make her way towards the contraband whether it be hot coffee/open stairgate/flame thrower she lets out a slightly maniacal laugh. Thus the game is up. Even if we haven't been observing her approach to said deadly thing, as soon as we hear her mischievous chuckle we know action is required.

Hopefully, she won't learn to keep shtum...