Idle hands do the strangest things.
So the apocalypse is fast approaching, the future looks bleak, and you're trapped inside on a rainy Sunday afternoon. What do you do?
Why you sit and wash your collection of glass insulators before returning to their roost outside your studio window (as seen dimly in this photo).
Ahh, now that they are all clean and shiny I can get back to setting out fresh oats for the four horsemen.
