Guardian
This was a gift from Liza on her trip to India several years ago. It’s some sort of symbol of a Hindi God (I want to say Vishnu, but I don’t think that’s correct. I’m also too lazy to go look it up). This statue is supposed to go over my door to protect me from unwanted visitors and evil. And I had it over my door in my old apartment, but it kept falling over anytime I shut the door. So, now, it rests on my window. And since that’s the side of the house that faces the ghetto street I live on, it’s probably the more appropriate place. No gang member would ever dare enter a house with an elephant statue protecting it, right? Right?