I am surprised I have not talked about my wife's collection of rubber ducks. There is a bathroom in the house that is devoted to rubber ducks. The majority of them are the Devil Ducks in their various states of duckness. There are zombie ones, hippie ones, clear ones, and blue ones. That's just naming the few on the counter.
We all have our collections of things. I just hope it doesn't get out of hand. I don't want to be hanging around when plastic somehow finds a way to form in to some biological body and begins to squeak around the house trying to attack us. Well, at least one duck glows in the dark.
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