This is a chewed up glove. How the heck she got this out of the basket it was in I will never know! The top right corner is her panting tongue. She was so stressed that while I was cleaning up my glove, rather than hid or sulk, she was glued to me. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, she took to her favourite hiding place, under the bed.
Shortly after, I found this pair of chewed up underwear in the bathroom. She was very mad!
Since this, we have also had a plastic cup chewed up.
Let's hope we don't have to start counting days without destruction (currently we are at 0).