My Little Brother

He's had some strange requests from his mad artist sister over the years. But we did giggle in the torchlight in his allotment shed as we gathered dead insects for my latest project. Well - when I say 'we' ... I held the torch while he fearlessly dropped these specimens into the recycled chop suey container from last night's take-away. It got very silly after I called him Renfield and he wrapped his scarf around his face and called me master... and then... well you get the idea.
I hope I can do his dedication to his duties justice.
Watch this space.
PS - No living insects were harmed during the collection.