The time has come, the walrus says,

...to talk of many things! 


Well, only one actually. And not so much talk, either. 


LOOK!! It is finished!! 

I know now, WHY I snagged this awesome piece

at a thrift store. The underside had nests of 

every species of spider and it's cousin waiting

to be wiped out. 

I'm pretty hardy when it comes to spider wipeage...and I have already been bitten on the bum by a brown 

recluse, which didn't eat near the flesh I was hoping

it would :/

What were we talking about? 

Oh. So, I think it is arachnid-free and I'm 

SO in love with my hutch!!

I've dreamt of her forever and I won't take

her for granted. 

Dressing her was a joy and I've redressed

her already like a paperdoll cut out of Sears

and Roebuck. 

That was one strange comparison. 

Is there a certain spider bite that makes you do that? 

Should I head to the ER? 

Do you like her like I do?