What a good excuse to walk away from the mess and go make another one in my cottage. At that point I had less than a week to make something, so really no time to design something and then go shopping (while trying to stay under budget). So I just dug around, pulled out anything that looked like it might become something, piled it up, and waited for something to happen.
I raided the garden for an old tomato cage and covered it with brown packing tape
Eventually some water bottles got turned into legs, and some wire became wings, and a milk jug evolved into a head, and some old burlap covered everything. Teeth and claws were made from hot glue and voila! A swamp wyvern.
He's kinda cute, and after he was created I was in more of a mood to finish up all the kitchen stuff. Believe me, a great deal of the stuff that came out did *not* go back in. It's actually rather nice to open a cabinet and not have stuff fall out.
And then I had to be an adult. The baby armadillos really weren't babies anymore--and I let them go. I usually get a bit sniffley when I do a release, but this time I had a good hard cry. They were just so darned cute, and so friendly. But alas--they were ready to go. They were all playing with me and jumping in my lap and sniffing my ankles, then I propped open the door and they discovered a whole new world and suddenly I no longer existed for them. But they looked happy. (and we did find a new den the next morning only about 10 feet from their cage)