Good morning gentlemen....
Thanks for waiting by my front door all night. I must say I prefer that to getting into the attic and making noise all night like your obnoxious friend did.
7/30/08
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Time to bust out the spicy mustard. We had these at camp in Branson, MO..noisy buggers!
ReplyDeleteI think the highlight today was seeing one on the end of a long rope... as if it were the boys personal pet. He named it Anya.
ReplyDeleteExactly how big are these things? Give it to me in inches/centimeters...
ReplyDeleteThey're big enough to have unique faces with discernible features . . . If my nightmares aren't exaggerating, probably about 3.5 inches.
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