So I'm calling my hood ornament a hoodrat. Ha ha. Funny me.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to supply Miles with a wax sheet with Sprightly's feet marks and tail mark in it, molded to fit on my hood and trimmed to a nice shape for a base.
He will attach a wax Sprightly, beef up the legs, cast it, drill holes and weld bolts to the bottom, and I'll fix it to the car.
So luckily for me I was off to Frank's (Advanced Casting) to pick up some bits 'n' bobs, and since Frank has literally everything somewhere or other, he was able to find me a 1/8" thick wax sheet.
Meridee heard a strange noise in the garden today, and thought someone must be on the other side of the wall, shuffling about. Every time she got near, the noise stopped.
Very suspicious.
Luckily they were all alive and well, since the black bucket of doom wasn't quite as bad as the lizard version of the black hole of Calcutta.
So I tipped them out.
Since I thought they must be quite thirsty (it's started getting pretty HOT lately), I gave the area they scurried off to a quick watering.
If I don't keep a careful eye out for buckets with water in after it's rained (hardly ever happens), the odd lizard has been known to fall in and drown.
This blog post will now self destruct in ten seconds.
3 comments:
Steve there's nothing worse than a Hood Rat on the rampage. Blinky looks like he's out for a cruise on a dark desert highway..you get the picture...Nothing worse then finding a bunch of reptilian stiffs in the am. I know I stood on one this morning..yuk
Love the Hoodrat! Looking forward to seeing him in real life in October. So, will we see some lizard sculptures soon? Hi to Meridee!
I thought yall were talking about hoodrats, like ghetto black girls, lol. nice idea.
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