63 days of balloons

Sixty-three days or thereabouts, and the community of balloons have taken on a more disordered, natural, organic look. They vary in size now from the specimen from Day 44, who is now about the size of a large pear to a yellow one a little bigger than a tennis ball right up to a couple which don't appear to have deflated much since they first arrived. We have ascribed life-like characteristics to them from the beginning, but as they become less able to move about and interact with the rest of the room, they now remind me of stones on a beach which have fetched up into a corner in their various shapes and sizes. Herself tells me she no longer likes them.

"They die. Slowly. I don't like them any more."

They do look a bit neglected and forgotten. But what to do? I'm still inclined to let them carry on until all the air leaks out of them, but that could be months yet.