It seemed impossible that an amputated hand could be endearing, and yet there it was, inexplicably clean with, I expect, an enviable nightly routine to remain so well groomed. The dull patter of fingers were a subtle warning to Thing's presence, if you could hear it above the experimental din that clattered through the house. He spider-crawled, seemingly weightless along the midnight corridors, inspecting the progress of his eclectic family's macabre endeavours. In the absence of eyes or ears, perhaps it was the subtle vibrations…
As soon as I read the word “thing” I was doomed. Of course it was going to focus on The Addams Family. It kind of felt like I was writing fan-fiction, inspired by the new series Wednesday where Thing was very much into self-care. Now, at the end of this, I'm wondering exactly how he hears and navigates. All I can guess is vibrations but then where's his brain? I find myself wanting a relatively accurate anatomical breakdown of Thing despite his supernatural existance. Maybe one day!