Quote Originally Posted by Easy Roller
Oh the anticipation, is most horrid and ever present! When those little eggs come through the door one can't but become high pitch and bab'like..and thereafter, the agonising watch and wait of the grow itself...untill on one tender and fanatically awaited day..the fruits of thy labour are reaped...and bountifull harvest can atlast sweep you ........into OBLIVION!
Poetic...