Things were going good with this little guy until..I broke the needle and it dissappeared into the soap! I said a word viciously and attempted to locate the broken end of the needle and pull it out without success. So then I just said to heck with it! I can never finish and sell this owl!! But the word I said inspired me, so I just kept on going with it. This owl got stuck with some odd tendrils. The little guy also got stuck with red wonky eyes and some lopsided wings. By the time I finished, the word I had first said morphed into another term which I think fits this critter perfectly. I attempted to turn the odd tendrils into dreads, and it didn't quite work-oh well. I gave him a thorough bath to see how he held up, and he did. I was gentle because I feared that hidden needle! I don't know if I will keep giving him baths because I have become rather attached to him, and FUBAR definitely describes some days perfectly. It also won't get a person into social trouble when in polite company like that other word will.