sometimes... it's just too ugly to even bother filling it... I like the colors but its made from scraps and... I mean do I even have to say it? It turns out later I stuffed it, leaving the straggly strings everywhere, and my boys loved this ball above all others for it's sheer oddness. I ended up losing it in the bamboo grove next to my house. Years later, when the bamboo was harvested, one of the workers brought this one and a half dozen others and put them on my front step.