The cockatoo has not escaped, but he's destroyed his night night box. I'll have to find him a new one. My meds are now in a lockbox. It's designed to keep hamsters out of it, but I'm sure one could break in if he tried hard enough. I think my daughter underestimated the ability of a nineteen year old addicted boy. Ugh. I really don't need that on my mind. How do I feel you ask? Like shit. Tired, still very sick, deaf in my right ear now, full of snot....it's ugly here.