A regular down the timber yard, a real whizz with a chop saw. A bonefide genius of jointing. He builds birdhouses, bug hotels, bat boxes, hedgehog hides but in 75% of them he has installed traps that would make even the Vietkong wince. His most common build is a weight sensitive platform that waits until the baby birds have been fed enough food before releasing from its latch and dropping the birds on to the upright nails beneath. Glue trap perches, paper supports that will hold up a platform until moisture weakens the integrity of the sheets then the base simply falls off sending the creature plummeting to the earth below. He recently developed a geared system that gets cranked on nodule each time pressure is applied to a plate within the box. Once it reaches the final nodule the spring that has been tightly coiled is allowed to release forcing the floor and the inhabitants towards the ceiling at an alarming rate of knots. His unique mix of engineering knowhow and sadistic desire means he is able to scale up and down his diabolical killing machines. He won't stop, he doesn't want to. He thinks he is helping control local populations by teaching the wildlife to build their own homes and not become so reliant on human help. He can't understand why the animals keep using his creations, and it is starting to wear him down on a psychological level, but he can't stop. "All their deaths need to mean something" he repeats it to himself in his she, he's scrawled it on his living room wall, he's even gotten it tattooed on his thighs.
Eddy is one of my Ball Flickers made from rat skin and duckling skin.
