Creating this box was a considerable challenge for us. Getting so many folks from such different backgrounds and species to all agree to squish together on our boxes wasn’t easy. He doesn’t want to stand next to Her, His nose is tickling It, and She thinks He smells like old cardboard; there was a lot to iron out. Hey, I don’t blame them. They have to be stuck together for the next long while, traveling in wooden crates and bubble wrap across vast oceans and store shelves. And after all that, they end up on some random stranger’s toilet. (That would be you.) What some people will do for a buck.