So here's what happened: I took out an ice tray last night, not looking down at what I was about to twist and bend, crack and release. My kitchen companion gasped and pointed out the cryogenically preserved creature before me. He was beautiful. Poor thing. I can only imagine possibilities, especially with the freezer being down during the hurricane. Just in case he might resurrect, I placed him and his ice cube on a washrag on the floor, hoping he would thaw and hop away into his second life by morning. He did not. :(
He is still worthy of an art installment, even if the artist and her eye are strange.
