You thought I was kidding about the Kittlin's weird popsicle stick/ shoe fetish habit, didn't you? Here's photographic proof. Though he prefers the aroma of the Teva's, the old knock-around-the-house shoes next to his head are the usual recipient of the popsicle sticks (on hearth). Though what they're doing there I don't know - Curt's supposed to be saving them for me so I can start using them to flag my perrenials, in hopes of differentiating them from the weeds next spring.
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