Here's a pretty picture. This is a Pretty Pixie Plant Protectress. She's a plant poke. You know, one of those pretty little doodads that you sneak in to the pot amongst the houseplants. I named her a plant poke for lack of a better description. Now, some plant pokes end up that way by default because they start out as beads and then get stuck on the mandrel. This one I did on purpose, off mandrel with a thick rod of glass to use to push her down and anchor her into the potting soil.
Here's a not so pretty picture-- me, joisting with not-so-imaginary dragons but still looking stupid because one of the castles I was defending by default turns out to look as if it is the domicile of a villain. Good grief. Might as well be Don Quixote, riding a hopelessly downtrodden hag, joisting with windmills. Now, all those not-so-imaginary dragons are going to be sitting in their lairs, grinning and saying "nah-nah-na-nah-nah! You were wrong in this case, so now we have justification for being mean any time we feel threatened." Untap my shoulder and call me plain old Mrs. I'm done playing knight.