I'm a wimp and I don't like horror so I need my bloggy friends to hold my hands for this one.
Wait for it...
Here it is, the manifestation of my nightmares.
|"Girl, you'd look good with some Chianti. Aw yeah."|
Normally, I love me some penguins. They're cute and they swim underwater and there's that fetching waddle, so much more waddlier than a duck's. Heck my publisher is going to be Penguin! But this thing? This is too much.
My kids got it as a gift. It came in this egg, and you're supposed to soak the egg in water until the egg cracks, and whammo, this little penguin hatches out of the shell. Cute, right?
Well, no. First, the egg cracked. Then all this white, glutinous snot came pouring out the crack. Once the penguin was birthed, it was covered in more snot. Guess who got the job of washing it off?
Indeed, 'twas me.
And now, my littlest one won't let me dispose of it. I keep it in this soy sauce dish because honestly, I don't want it to touch my home directly. I think it's going to give jelly-penguin-cooties to my lovely house. In fact, I may even have to permanently retire the soy sauce dish because it's been tainted by this snot-infested toy.
When I attempted this picture, it tumbled out of the dish and hit my foot, all porous and squishy (and STILL covered in the mysterious gloop.) You should have hear me.
"DON'T LET IT TOUCH ME! AHHHH! BY GOD, DON'T LET IT TOUCH ME!"
Anyway. There is no real point to this post, except to say thank you for sharing in my toy horror. Normally I stick to writing related blog posts, but how can I write when this monstrosity is scheming to feast on my vitreous humor whilst I sleep?
Have you ever had a toy that kinda sorta freaked you out?