Only a crackling virility hedge can help me ponder this glass-bound... THING.

I tend to get things in jars, Most often, these are brought to me, whether I want them to be or not, in my professional capacity. Some of the most recent things in jars I have received:

*ticks, still engorged and dripping with the blood of the jar-holder

*a slurry of tap water and feces, purported to contain bacteria-harboring macroscopic parasites, but in reality naught but aggregates of colon mucous, and the occasional bit of sweet corn

*scalp flakes that were thought to be burrowing worms, but were really scalp flakes

Despite this, I retain a fondness for things in jars that I don't need to medically deal with. Here, I am pondering a madness-inducing thing in a jar that I acquired from the immensely talented Propnomicon, and hoping that my Day 23 growth grants me a sufficiently Miskatonic University professor-like erudite air to puzzle out it's non-Euclidian implications.

Sensation: near-baseline bearded normalcy

Palpation: feathery intercalated softness throughout

Personal satisfaction rating: 3 (out of 5 Norsemen)