mueheheh... come all, ye fools... and enter the lair of the nefarious sorceress, the wickedest witch of bugtopia's northernmost lands, the bog-hag... a creature so hideous... so spine-wrenchingly repulsive... that many a mortal hath had their heartbeat cease at the mere sight of her... greetings, bog-hag... pray tell, what sinister brew might you be concocting today? let's see... a jocular chive... a slain bafflebug... six pounds of pungus pus... and the key ingredient: two teensy dognars, full of vim, vigor, and squirm... goodness me, it would appear that all of the bog-hag's preparations are complete... all that's left now is the brewing... for seven days and six nights, she shall perturb this putrid concoction of a sort... what will happen next? well... the art of *materia medica* is all but lost in our age of science and numbers... so, prehaps, only the bog-hag truly knows what shall follow... (from ig @ institutcanin_toilettage)