
You know, I think that every idiot, at some point in their life, has had a desire to stick some toothpicks in a potato and called it a
porcupine, much like the desire to stick black olives onto the ends of your fingers when no-one is looking just to see if they fit. To actually take said toothpicks, though, and create a massive varnished porcupine with uneven curly metal whiskers and shiny beaver teeth, and then,
then, to attach the whole thing to a wooden plaque for displaying, well that there takes a special kind of genius.