As I was taking these pictures, it was the day before my 38th birthday and I was strongly considering my own inevitable decline into roundness. However, this flock of pigs had me beat. Also, a little glazed white pig with hearts in its eyes is pretty much guaranteed cute, although I’m not sure what message it sends. “You remind me of this pig, but prettier and more human?” “When I see you, there are hearts in my eyes & I hunt truffles?” “I <3 U & yr ¢¢¢”?
I really can’t make fun of these because they’re adorable and have little hearts on their noses, which is, again, adorable. But I can’t help wondering what store disgorged its almost perfectly spherical contents on the local thrift ecosystem, and if there was some sort of cleanup operation planned.
By day three of the round spill, pockets of round were affecting even formerly non-round shelves. It wasn’t even safe to be a flower fairy, and flower fairies were forced to move from Brick-a-Brack to, well, flowers. The exodus took three days and comprised over 420 flower fairies. Compared to many stores this was a fairly small number of flower fairy statues, particularly for a mid-sized store, but they’d just had a seven-year-old come through yesterday and their numbers had been considerably reduced.
Unicorns have no sick time. They’re basically temps.
Gary Larson would LOVE this guy.
It should be noted that the round invasion wasn’t all valentine pigs and puffy goldfish. It had its dangerous element, its dark side. Its angry side.
Nothing should have eyebrows that thick and bushy and proud, except possibly a muppet. This gives the impression of being one of the older members of the round phylum. Maybe it’s some sort of progenitor? Perhaps the virus that spreads the round plague?
Whatever it is, hide your valuables, it’s clearly not messing around.
Shortly after I took this picture, it attacked a little old lady. Threw itself across the aisle, knocked her down, and dragged her under the Men’s Coats and Jackets. There were crunching sounds, and I left for the day.
Savers on North Loop and Burnet, Austin