Thursday, 3 February 2011
I was clearing out some old junk in the cellar this afternoon when I happened upon a little Zombie Monkey. I don't recall ever picking one up on my travels and so am at a loss to explain how he got there. The wretched little thing seems to think I am it's mother and keeps following me around trying to give me mouldy bananas. It really is very annoying.
At present it is hanging rigid from the chandeleir watching me with it's unblinking eyes.
Wortha is going to be livid when she gets home and see the mess it's made on the bonkette.