Pica is elderly. She is a very little very old lady. She enjoys parquor, screaming, meat piles the size of her head, climbing walls (and people), being squeezed, *not* understanding the concept of personal space, squirming under the covers with anyone foolish enough to let her get under there and eating spiders.
She has been alone (except for meal delivery from a friend) for three days and is composing a short opera in the traditional musical style of her people to perform for us when we get back.










