i started the cleaning with my computer table. figuring he was either in there somewhere, unless he’d been eaten by the cat, always a possibility. but no.
now i have a wonderful little clear plastic rounded-coffin-shaped thing for him, saving it for when i found him. but i have to get him in there. i’ve moved him at least twice using a piece of paper, but i need to be able to pick him up from that little corner & maneuver him into a tiny box. don’t think an eight and a half by eleven sheet of paper is going to work. not sure what will. just scooted him with a pen & it cost a fairly decent scream & two squeaks, plus the skincrawls.
i can do this.
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update: i might have been able to. but i didn’t. chris’s sister was here & i had her do it for me. she touched it. with her hands. i couldn’t watch. oh, & here are some works-in-progress shots of the doll arms projects, these are intended as gifts for my coworkers. (also there’s an old lens thingy in there, for good measure).
yes, i’m cleaning. i’m multitasking.