Normally I keep my little sewing projects to myself, but this guy is too cute. The internet needs to look at him and pity him. (And by extension, me, for reasons I will get to in a second.)
He is me. My family consists of Christmas Light Freaks, as I've mentioned before. Our house is That House. You know the one.
I'm short. So what tends to happen is that I try to be helpful, and pull out a big strand o' lights that's longer than me, and there's been times that I end up like the little robot up there: trapped, helpless, and just so done.
Yeah. Pity him. And pity me, because I think in another week or so it's going to be time to dig out those lights.