That reminds me, someday I should tell you the story about how one time when I was a kid I had the daylights scared out of me when I walked into my Norwegian neighbor’s house and came face to face with thousands (somewhere around 3,000, I believe) of genuine Norwegian troll figures of every imaginable size and grotesquory.

Actually, I guess that’s pretty much the whole story, so there you have it.

Is grotesquory a word?