I got nothing, have some giant microbes:
Last November I got to day 22 before hitting the wall and fobbing you off with my shoe collection, I hate to think what depths I’ll be driven to in another week from now.
I think what this collection has over the shoes is its undeniable cuteness, geek value and the therapeutic benefits of being able to throw small stuffed toys at one’s children while yelling “Plague! Mad Cow Disease! Flesh Eating Bacteria!”
The kids have devised a complex game with specific rules for the use of each critter. Various diseases can only be launched at your opponent under certain conditions, possession of the white blood cell is hotly contested, and should you have the misfortune to find yourself with custody of both the egg and sperm cell you are required to imitate the gait of a heavily pregnant woman for a set period of time (yep, even if you’re a boy). It’s all very educational.