Me: "what's your hypothesis, my dear?"
Calliope: "that I love you!"
I love you too, you amazing little Callipillar.
|The Floor. Everywhere.|
|I pet the cat, and came away with some glitter on my hand.|
|Cameras suck at capturing glitter carnage; but you can note some shimmering on her pants. and forehead.|
|Yup. glitter. the pixie dust kind that doesn't wash out, like, ever.|
|What is left. Oh yes, these were full before the attack. I had used a sprinkling from each one for projects.|
|Photo credit: Hunter Curry. A nice representation of my weird struggle; also a still from some of the footage that has been making things...'difficult.'|