And if I were to miss its screams for help someone could end up with some free storage, along with rambling .doc files and other personal stuff of mine while I'm left with a useless, sobbing piece of plastic and nothing else. Not a happy thought, on my end.
This sort of thing just so happens to be a great motivator for a little crafting, so I broke out my toothpicks – I mean, size 0 knitting needles – and embroidery floss to knit up a custom thumb drive carrying case.
*Don't worry, my stuff doesn't actually talk. Much.
