My Wardrobe Door

Ok, so I haven't exactly found the face of Jesus in a pot of hummous, or a sketchy image of The Mother Teresa inside a bag of potato-chips.

I've found ET on my wardrobe.

The cute little extraterrestrial appeared to me over a year ago, though I suspect the good people of Ikea manufactured him decades ago in a Swedish plant. Maybe ET was hiding in an old oak tree and was savagely chopped down and made into a piece of 6x2.

Poor little fella.