I’m not sure of the appeal, but someone I live with somehow acquired a sticky figure of some sort who is now hanging from our ceiling in the Old Lady Room. Is it maybe supposed to be a dinosaur? I do have vivid memories of cackling at those sticky toy octopuses (octopi?) as they “walked” down the walls but what’s the purpose of something stuck to the ceiling other than laughing at the poor unfortunate soul whose head it eventually drops down upon?
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