Level of Destruction: 1
Time Elapsed: 10-60 seconds, a couple of times a day.
Emotional & Psychological Damage: 7
Earmuffs are my thing. They are also Finnegan's thing, it seems. They must look like really awesome modular plushy toys or something. Plushies with a handle. It's like they are begging to be gummed up with slobber and then ripped apart.
I've worn earmuffs for years, because I have a problem with the shape of my ear that means piercing throbbing pain if anything happens to bring blood to the surface of my eardrum. Wind, cold air, increased blood pressure from Finnegan eating all my stuff... they all send me to bed in agony.
So far all of the earmuffs have been rescued before anything terrible happened, but I still have to rate this at an emotional and psychological damage of seven (ten would be him eating my family photos, or the ring I wear every day that I got on my 18th birthday). It's just the unrelenting fixation on destroying them.
Last night he tried to eat my arm, because it had a blue tensor bandage on it. That's also a ten.