Dear Eunice, my current favorite child. I like her texture, her messy innards falling out, her soft velvet underbelly. She represents triumph over adversity. I tried to make an Octopus once before but was foiled by the pattern making. For some reason, figuring out the pieces that make up a domed head was beyond my geometric skills. I prevailed though, and now we have Eunice. She normally lives on our TV at the homestead, the last defense before total brain rot.