I have this super talented (seriously she should re-open her shop because she makes the most beautiful handbags) friend who got bored and work one day. This is what happens when Julie gets bored at work.
Meet An.thrax the Stuffed Microbe (odd typing is because the last thin I need is homeland security fining my blog!) .
For the record, and in case any federal agents happen to intercept this piece of mail, this is NOT real an.thrax. It is a toy. Or, for some of you, a picture of a toy because the down side of capitalism is that toy an.thrax costs money and I’m not rich, so I only bought one and took pictures of it like a cheapskate. It is not infectious or hazardous. In fact, it’s downright LOVEABLE. And, if we are being honest, it’s not even really an.thrax, it’s another disease, Yersinia Pestis. Some moron at Giant Microbes needs to pack up his desk. Or her desk. But I like to imagine a really arrogant dude making this mistake, just for fun.
So we got An.thrax last week and he settled into our hipster lifestyle just fine:
He was generally well behaved:
He even forwarded science by finding the source of black holes (hint, they are in the back of suburban mom mini-vans):
He did get a little out of hand on Saturday night...
So we shipped him out, we can't have wild microbes running free with children in the house:
* just to clarify Julie is crazy AWESOME not crazy crazy