In the comments yesterday, one of you (you know who you are) said he had a good mental image of being haunted by furbies. It wasn’t a figure of speech. My house is infested with the creepy cute little creatures!
The Ginja Ninja and Jr. Mad Scientist started collecting the retro toys a while back. Maybe a year ago? Less than that, I think. It seems longer.
The thing is, it’s actually kind of cool, because the girls don’t just collect the little monsters.
They customize them as well, and then sell them to a community of collectors that doesn’t value the toys in their pristine condition, but strangely prefers the novelty of mutated and evolved Furbs.
The girls collect some for themselves, of course, so at any given time there are dozens around the house, mostly in their bedroom, but some lurk around every corner in the Nut House. And you laughed when I adopted that name for this place.
There’s no limit to what they can make out of a Furb, it seems. We’ve had Thanos, witches, Chewbacca, and a goblin, and Pokemon evolutions, and I don’t know what a MooShroom is, but we’ve got that too.
They’re everywhere! Everywherre!! Muahahahhahaaa!
We look forward to the day the girls move out, and we get our house back. I’m absolutely certain, however, that there will still be a furby, lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting. Waiting. Patiently watching. Until the time is right…