There's a theme here... if I can just put my finger on it...

Obviously, I would be the one with wings.

I suppose it's one of those millenial things, but like a lot of people I know, the title used to describe what I do to keep the weresturgeon from the door doesn't really convey the vivid actuality my day-to-day existence.


Luckily, I've found a photo.

Afterthought: Is it just me, or does horror seem more horrible when spelled "horor"?