“GUYS YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT WE FOUND AT GNOME DEPOT” Moss's voice is loud and eager when her and Princeton return from their last minute evening supply run. Loud voices usually put me on edge, but over the past few weeks I have gotten used to Moss's yells of excitement. I look up from the piece of wood I'm trying to shape into a badger and see that, in addition to the things they went out looking for, both of them are animatedly emptying a bag of colorful little glass containers and tubes onto the table.