I open the door and am confronted by a mess of eyes, wires, and legs. What proceeded was a story of how Esmeralda and I had conceived a love child on that night under the Epcot dome, and she had abandoned him on my doorstep to take care of. Personally I think this is a little unfair as Disneyland has much more to offer then I do, but he's here now and I'm trying to manage. He like eating and, well, that's it really, he eats. He likes printer toner, circuit boards, bugs, and if I'm not watching he'll eat my fingers!
The tricky part is he doesn't sleep, so I'm trying to find out when his downtime is so I can stuff him in a box and send him back to Disneyland.