I know that if I were ever to purchase a Venetian glass, fiddle-playing devil for $800 (or even at the bargain-basement, marked-down price of $299) it would sit proudly on my shelf or table for about ten minutes before Inky the cat magically transformed it into a million tiny shards of black and red glass. Lucky for me it’s sold out so I don’t have to have any tough, checkbook-emptying decisions to make, but isn’t it pretty?
