You know what though? It all makes sense to me now. I take back everything I ever said about Victor Frankenstein. Because I get it. I understand perfectly. 

Because the entire time I was putting that squid together, from first seeing the DIY instructions to deciding I was actually going to do the Thing, to picking out the fabric to making the patterns to putting it all together, till the final step of sewing the eyes on, I was like “Hell yeah! I’m making a giant squid!” 

But when I finally tied off the last knot and cut the final thread, my first thought  upon looking at the 8 foot monstrosity I crafted with my own two hands was 

“What have I done?”

I spent the first few days as the squid’s creator absolutely terrified of it. So I get it. I understand. I take it all back Victor. I take every single thing back.