Spices, Silks, Stuffed Animals
Remember when I mentioned that I was taking care of Bill's giant plant over winter break? Well, no good deed goes unrewarded. Bill and Lexi picked us up a little present while in Tunisia...
Adorable, no? I put him next to our little palm to make him feel more at home. The story goes something like this: Bill is looking over a table of stuffed animals at a bazaar in Tunis. Many of the toys play music, but that wasn't Bill's style, so he says to the guy in an atrophied, high-school French that he wants a silent version. The vendor holds up the fellow shown above and says, "this one doesn't play music." They haggle for a few moments and Bill makes the purchase. We would later learn that this particular dromedary was, in fact, the same as all the others... it had just had its batteries taken out.
But to be fair, the guy was being honest: I didn't play music. That is, until we loaded it up with three AAs last night. Behold the creepiness...
Ack! Not only does it start ululating quite loudly, but the eyes light up bright red!
Get back, you beastly dervish!
