Where, oh where has my little Rees gone?

Rees is giving me a run for my money. I have TONS of picture of just his legs and bum hanging out of things. Since he has learned to roam the apartment, nothing is safe. He is always getting stuck behind doors, under tables, in out entertainment center, under chairs, you name it. I have been trying really hard to keep him out of things but have decided to change my approach. I am hoping that after he explores everything, he will get bored and stop going to the random places and getting stuck. I have started letting him go where he wants while I very quietly follow to monitor the situation. If he realizes that I have been watching he, I have just killed the fun for him. He throws his tantrum until he thinks I am no longer around and then it is back to business. I think Rees is more like me than I have been willing to admit. Great.