A moment of silence for my favorite pair of black shoes

Simon has proved that he cannot be trusted to be left alone outside his cage. We were trying to ween him off his cage so that he could be free to run through the house while we are at work all day. That will no longer be the case. Among the numerous things he has chewed up since we've gotten him, we can now add the telephone connection cord, the base of the pappazan (sp) chair, and my favorite pair of black shoes (which I swear I left on a barstool out of his reach)...here's the end result. The shoes have died. May they rest in peace...