Smaller than a supercomputer

but larger than a breadbox is our new furnace/ air handler! Doesn't it look technical and menacing? Woody has been trying to play Yahtzee with it (á la Gary Kasparov vs. Deep Blue):


Woody seems to be winning but I trust the furnace will make a turnaround any time now. And when it does it will suck Woody into the shiny metal maw we found in our hallway today...


And it will choke. Last time I checked Woody's biceps were bigger than the venting we have running through our attic. One again, his robust build saves him... However, I'm quite sure we can shoot Maddy around pneumatic style if we shove her in there hard enough.