Ahh, narhwals. The seemingly-mystical creatures that have come to symbolize my love and enthusiasm for Newfoundland. These are some of the gems that come up if you google-image narwhal. Russian postage, segways, trucker hats? A+! Bacon and inner arm tattoos? Maybe not so much. But what about a narwhal neck tattoo? Maybe. As my younger brother Eitan likes to say, “Nothing says commitment like a neck tattoo.”
I have a stuffed narwhal that is bigger than butter knife but small enough to fit in a bread box. Grisha won’t let it anywhere near our bed (which is where all stuffed animals belong, no?). I don’t know if it’s because the narwhal is just the right size to get stuck somewhere it shouldn’t or if he’s more worried about it getting lost.