I took the nameless Labubu down into the office to co-work with Tam and me. First-time visitor. He was unimpressed by the desk setup but immediately glued himself to the big screen where Animal Crossing was running. Watching tiny digital villagers fish and sweep their little islands seemed to delight him. Or maybe he was taking notes. Hard to tell with him.

And then he disappeared.

For two days I thought he’d bailed. No paw prints on my desk, no sudden scuttles in the hall. Nothing. Until I noticed the trail mix crumbs. The sticky little smears of English Bub sugar across the floorboards. He hadn’t left—he’d gone subterranean. Tucked himself under the guest bed and built a fort.

Why there? Maybe it’s the dark. Maybe it’s the privacy of a room we rarely enter. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s already prepping for the next horrendous Pacific Northwest heat wave, burrowed down like some doomsday prepper with his stash of snacks.

So now he’s fortified. Hidden. Watching villagers tend their gardens while he waits out the weather, sticky paw prints and all.

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Labubu has his under-the-bed fort stocked with snacks and video games queued up. Where’s your go-to hideout when the world turns unbearable—blanket fort, basement, bathtub, somewhere stranger?