I almost wish I was awake enough when I was told about all this to go look and see what the wreckage looked like, but I didn't really sleep last night, so I slept this morning and early afternoon instead. In short, awkward lumps; yay insomnia.

He's gone out to give the car a wash -- apparently the plastic comes off if he pries at it with his nails, but won't wash off. I don't know what he's planning on doing next.