Sounds ominous when I read the headline all over again, but just couldn't find more fitting line than this one right above. Well, I will start to explain myself with a short nostalgic story (Now everybody do a gentle circle neck move to the right, you know, because it's the flashback side...) . Back than in the days when I was very little (not just little like now days) I had a book that showed all the living creatures on earth. I don't remember most of its contents (except from the lutras part that I remember myself graving for one that will swim in a pool that I will build in my room) but there was one very (very) remarkable page that I remember clearly, the one with all kinds of cockroaches. I remember myself asking from someone else to page for me because of the chill that came when I just thought about touching it. If you got this far at what sounds like part of my upcoming biography first i applaud you and second I will encourage you by saying that it wasn't for nothing. The reason I'm telling you this story from my not so far childhood (I mean, I'm only nineteen) is because of this foldedpigs cup and plate that I met on etsy.
Well I don't mind to eat my heart out with those, so bone appétit!