I can't get this picture of Lyle out of my head (or off this post.  I tried.  But I literally can't get it off for some reason).  I was going to post this horrible thing I read about Hermes raising crocodiles so they can speed up production of their hideous Birkin bags and sell them for $45,000.  But then I remembered that I eat farm raised salmon, Whole Food's Black Bean Chicken and that I have like eight million leather belts and so I thought it best not to call attention to the fact that although I am disgusted by the idea of raising animals to wear them as pocketbooks, I'm not one to talk.  Still…look at little Lyle standing there with his tiny arms and three little fingers.  How could anyone hurt him?  And who would want a green pocketbook?