But the master fixed it, and now that the workshop is empty, I get enough sleep:
And once I was such a set of parts: a metal box from candy canes, two magnets from hard drives, two washers and a bit of hard (single-core) wire.
But the master took the tools shown in the photo, solvent and glue, as well as a hammer, a glue gun with a rod, a hair dryer and rubber gloves that were behind the scenes.
He needed gloves to protect his hands when washing solvent off a box of paint. It is clear that there should not be any sources of open fire nearby.
Here's what happened:
In the lower half of the box, the master punches six holes for my legs with a nail, and in the upper two more holes for my mustache:
Glues two washers that become my eyes, and now I see how he collects me:
Adds me a mustache of wire, and I get a sense of touch:
Strips thicker wire:
He makes legs out of it for me, and takes a promise from me that I will not make legs out of the workshop:
And so that I fulfill this promise, it does not supply my legs with muscles, but in addition glues them:
And then he says: "Yes, your legs are fake, but I will give you something that no real beetle has magnets." And sticks them:
Then he fills the lower half of the box with hot glue, fixing my legs even more reliably. To distribute the glue evenly, he blows it with a building hair dryer. At the same time, he makes sure that the glue does not get on the side walls of the box, why it can stop closing.
But hot air enters the upper half as well. And here, from the heating of the glue on which my washer eyes hold, I lose them. I’m terribly afraid, but the master returns them to their places, at the same time adding eyelids:
And here I am ready.I really like to help the master not to lose hardware and watch how it fixes one thing, then another. And I also have a dream: for my brothers to settle in other workshops. Only I - like that SMS virus for push-button phones from a joke - I can’t reproduce myself. Will you help me?