So I live out in the country. Which means sometimes, when you’re out driving around, you see quail eggs for sale on the side of the road.
So of course the only thing to do is to buy them.
Because I mean how could you not.
That seems perfectly normal so far.
It’s what happened after that that’s kinda weird.
Because presumably not everyone then feels the urge to dig their little pile of knitted eggs out of the closet just to see how they look together. But really, I never suggested I wasn’t weird, these things are bound to happen.