My mother, Gramalene, came to visit today bearing gifts. Among them was this “small” tyvek suit. For when you need to crawl under a house. Or survive a nuclear attack. Or, apparently, clothe an alien.
My head only came to the top of the torso, so, naturally, I found an extra head to put where a head should go.
If it seems odd to you that a retired Librarian would present her only child with a tyvek hazmat suit as a gift, you have not met my mother. Her hobby and passion is disaster preparedness. This is a woman who gave serious thought to building an armored, enclosed, anchored floating device for our cousins who were living at the time in a tsunami zone.
You should see my emergency drawer at work.