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Grease splattered Spun is one of the more elusive, wild and aggressive Underbiters.

She lives mainly in the basement (at least at my house, though I suppose if I had a garage, she might venture there too). She likes loud noises and movement. Some of her favourite playgrounds are the inside of the furnace or washing machine (you can see the damage she caused to my laundry). She chomps on wiring, slip-slides through grease, and gets a thrill from catching a gust of air into your ducts.

She also likes work benches - knocking over bottles and snarfing up WD40 like it's mother's milk.

Though she won't escape unscathed, she can withstand a jolt of electricity. If you have a bulb suddenly burst, or your new fuses give up the ghost before their time, Spun might be at fault.

Since she's worn down her teeth so much, she now uses her spikes to puncture objects (just as easily as we would use a bottle opener). See more pictures here and here.

Favourite foods include motor oil and extension chords.

I did a load of laundry yesterday. When I pulled my clothes from the washing machine, half the garments were completely covered in mysterious grease stains (like my pyjama bottoms pictured right).

I was able to salvage 2 pairs of jeans and a t-shirt, but all of my favourite pyjama bottoms and a brand new t-shirt are beyond help.

We haven't washed anything that has grease in it.

You know what that means, don't you?

There's an Underbiter causing havoc in the house. A new one.

I hope to have him or her caught by tomorrow.

By the way, for the record, those are evil ducks of death.

We're always complaining that Christmas items are for sale before Halloween is even over. Perhaps we won't be so annoyed by the October book release of It's Beginning to Look A lot Like Zombies: the Book of Zombie Christmas Carols written by Michael P. Spradling and illustrated by Jeff Weigel.

With a reported 24 songs getting infected with a zombie spin, this could either be really amusing, or painstakingly lame:

Tiny tots' eyes are no longer aglow - they're in a bowl. And Mommy's not kissing Santa under the mistletoe - she's chewing his face. Nobody - not Rudolph, Old Saint Nick, or even those three Wise Guys who travelled afar - is spared when the undead come knocking.

(via www.zombiecommand.com)

Leaning more toward whimsical than spooky, this is a little box I painted a while ago and finally got around to varnishing yesterday.

See? Not everything I make is angry or rotting or scary. It's almost cartoonish. Which is fine with me since I was going for a simple, playful feel. Like the way children view magic.

There are washed out wings on each side of the box with the face of the owl at the front.

Personally, my favourite part about this project is the jack o'lantern handle on the top.

Zombie Bob asked me to find out about the Underbiter that lives in the fridge. May I introduce you to Froid (the French word for 'cold').

While Froid occasionally makes an appearance in coolers and lunch bags, he mainly lingers in the crisper drawer of fridges. He can tolerate the extreme cold of freezers, but prefers his food defrosted.

He romps through your groceries while you sleep. Using his horns, he's able to open containers - even cans - to gain access to his next meal.

Like many humans, Froid prefers fast food and will choose two week old chow mein takeout over fresh fruit any day.

Fresh vegetables do serve a purpose: Froid will often curl up in lettuce or carrot tops to sleep.

When he's eaten too much, he'll take a few licks of baking soda to calm his tummy.

Favourite treats include Coke Zero and pizza crust.