Herbie and his little brother, Quincy. Perfect little miniatures. Except that they're squishy. I am particularly fond of their tiny claws, which you can't see. Oh, yeah, and the adorable bits of eggshell stuck to their noses.
I'm such a Disnerd. When my son named the first one "Herbie," I immediately thought, "Yeah, well, I guess he does look a little like a Volkswagon."
It wasn't until Quincy that I realized these were jazz snags.
Still waiting on the rest. Expecting between six and fourteen.
Really a thrill.
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