"Little shop -- Little shop of horrors!
Bop-sh'bop -- Little shop of terror!
Watch 'em drop -- Little shop of horrors!
No, oh, oh, no - oh!"
~ The Little Shop of Horrors
Bop-sh'bop -- Little shop of terror!
Watch 'em drop -- Little shop of horrors!
No, oh, oh, no - oh!"
~ The Little Shop of Horrors
When I brought home the anemone, it was just pink. Harmless. A little wiggly, sure, but no more than you'd expect from something plucked out of tidepool slime and dropped into a cheap plastic pot.
That was four days ago. Now the stem is thicker and something has changed. The cilia don't move with the wind anymore, they move when I do.
At first, I thought it was coincidence. Static cling maybe? A draft? But it follows me now. Just slightly. The eye in the center - because yes, there's an eye - tilts to track my movement. I tested it once darting from one side of the porch to the other. There was a slight ripple across it's ... skin?
It's like it's waiting for something ...
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I plan to make my way through each of the Isopresso advanced tutorials - even the "less exciting" designs. There's always something to learn about building cleanly and precisely, and there's real value in getting simple things to look right - say twelve angrily waving tentacles.
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