In my bedroom, to be precise. And I do mean a literal elephant.
He’s a humidifier.
I’ve been told by more than one professional—doctor, esthetist (esthetician…esthete…esth…lovely woman who does my facials, aka Tammy)—that I should invest in a cool mist humidifier, especially in the winter when heating systems suck all the moisture out of the air.
So I went to several stores and examined my options. There were several grown up models, but this little guy offered an automatic shut off option if he ever runs out of water—a plus for us absent-minded types—he cost the same as the duller models, and, well, he’s cute.
So I brought him home. And now every night he spits cool mist out his trunk into the air. I try not to think of it as elephant snot.
I think he needs a name, don’t you?