'Tis the Season

Well, for an inscrutable and hopefully insane reason, Max has decided to represent me - in what I can only assume is a figurative sense - not only as some kind of insect, but one that lays eggs. In addition to which, I am also full of metaphorical vinegar and baking soda. Well that's just great.

You can not crush me in your hand, young Hazen, for I am fast and strike with deadly precision.

Halloween's a comin and we're all real pleased.

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I wrote Kate a comment on her blog. I wonder if she'll find it.