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So our downstairs neighbors have recently made our lives hell by complaining to the condo association board that we are extremely loud. Apparently anything other than sitting quietly in one spot is far too noisy, and they've made us feel frankly rather like prisoners in our own home. The real problem, of course, is that there seems to be absolutely no sound insulation between our floor and their ceiling. We can hear everything our upstairs neighbors do too, we just don't make nearly so much of a big deal of it.

Anyway, one of the things they accused us of was carrying out illicit construction activity, as they complained of hearing things that sounded like tools being dropped on the floor. I was at a loss to think of a source for these sounds, as we certainly haven't been doing any construction, until I got home. I was sitting at the computer when Saga dove off a countertop, landing on the floor with a gentle thud. And then I realized... "Saga! You are a tool! A dropped tool!"

So now whenever she jumps down onto the floor, we give her a pained look and tell her not to be a dropped tool.