She does have a good attitude though, and even with a mobile ventilator, her muscles must be terribly atrophied. My mother used to tell us about some kid in an iron lung at a hospital. After awhile, his family stopped coming to see him, and he spent decades in a windowless room with white tiles on floor and walls, the fluorescent light overhead spitting and flickering.
My favorite is the crab parasite, Sacculina. As a bonus, this horror's name can be used in that Thumbelina song Danny Kaye sang in "Hans Christian Anderson". I used to sing it that way to the tots till my wife discovered what a sacculina was. "Oh, sacculina dance, sacculina prance...you're nine feet tall!"
Clean? The crotch was cut out of these size XXXL's, making me think that they cut out the dirty part to avoid doing laundry. Maybe, though, the crotch-piece was used as a bandanna or a wrap skirt.
Maybe some corporation can apply for a retroactive copyright as has happened with other works in some nations. Isn't that what they did with Peter Pan? That way a stranglehold can be placed that will last decades if not centuries. Or, a corporation can claim to have a copyright, demand payments from others, and dare anyone to take them to court and face staggering expenses (I'm thinking about a very popular special occasion song here).
Her levitations look like jumps, leaps, hops, and balancing on a vertical Lucite pole with legs akimbo.
She does have a good attitude though, and even with a mobile ventilator, her muscles must be terribly atrophied. My mother used to tell us about some kid in an iron lung at a hospital. After awhile, his family stopped coming to see him, and he spent decades in a windowless room with white tiles on floor and walls, the fluorescent light overhead spitting and flickering.
Knowing college professors, I can believe that was what happened.