Harold crouched and took a good look at the creature. An orange body and head in the snowman style of modelling, the body the size of a ping-pong ball, the head proportionally smaller with red plasticine lips and yellow balls for eyes. Its limbs were comprised of rolled-out sausages, flattened at the eds for hands and feet which gave it the appearance of wearing socks and mittens. No ears or nose and certainly no genitals were evident, which was probably just as well. Streaks of purple flowed like marble cake through the the body, an obvious result of colour contamination during the rolling-out. An occasional cat hair protruded from the flesh. He wondered if they'd grow.
“You animated it with a spider?”
“Yes. It seemed logical.” Ada smiled her creation, fingers knitted in what appeared to be self-satisfaction. She looked at Harold. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“I don't know. You've imbued an homunculus with the intelligence and cunning of a house spider. What could possibly go wrong?” He reached under the recipe stand to catch it, but snatched his hand back with a cry.
“What's wrong?” Ada tried to look at his hand but Harold had it clamped in his mouth. With an expression of disgust he rose, crossed to the sink and spat.
He bent his head under the tap and rinsed his mouth out. “It bit me.” He gargled and spat. “And it seems to be venomous. My hand's gone numb.”