It is a potential killing machine. It waits for that moment when one forgets what they are doing and grabs digits and won't let go. It also picks fleece that is all ascramble from washing. Gets it ready for carding.
|Under that top part are a gazillion sharp nails|
|Nice soft cloud of fleece, ready for carding|
On another note, THE SUN CAME OUT TODAY, if only for a moment here and there, but I did recognize it from the last time it came around. The animals, in a rare moment of tolerance, not only shared a sunbeam, but also let me take a photo of them. Miracles