How he got in my pajamas I don’t know.” Groucho Marx, best of all Marxists.
I, meanwhile, found this handsome beast on Bergen St. in Sunday night’s garbage. The matte was foxed and the glass was broken, but the animal herself was in fine shape. Print adoption being a rather free-for-all affair, I bought her home. She is temporarily enjoying my couch and snacking on the neighbor's bamboo thicket while I find her a new home.