Small finger puppets like this one — smelling so seductively of cheap, slightly toxic plastic — sit discarded in my kitchen drawers by the thousands. I once purchased an entire pallet of them, thinking (eroneously) as it turned out that they would spice up life in the bedroom. It turns out, though, that there's nothing harder to dislodge from a cervix. Life and learn.
From swissroll's photostream.
