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This
is one of my favorite things. It's a face hugger. Don't worry;
I think it's dead. I pried it off the face of some hapless space-faring
traveler I stumbled upon whilst exploring the ruins of a derelict
spacecraft in my spare time. His chest had already burst, spawning
the alien seed that had been planted within him by the face hugger,
so I didn't waste any time sealing it inside of an acid-proof
Ziploc® Baggie I happened
to have in my backpack.
Now
I keep it on a bookshelf in a jar of formaldehyde. Every once
in a while, it seems to twitch. But I know it's just my imagination.
©2005
James Hilston
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