I gave this darling ceramic bank to my daughter as a joke Chanukah present, grime and all. She actually started to pretend to like it before I told her it was a joke. She was quite relieved, and immediately went to wash her hands. But she has since been rehabilitating it, with a bath and new eyeballs as the first step. I’m disappointed. I’d wanted to use it as a Halloween decoration next year.
It came from the same whole-house cleanout as the breakdancing slugs from the last post, and is currently residing in my daughter’s room, much to my consternation.