This is driving me nuts. I'm on my 3rd iteration of the gas sacs, the tongue doesn't fit and I've forgotten how many times I had to re-position the Carnifex. Its like doing a horrendous 3D jigsaw puzzle. Except the pieces come from 3 different puzzles, you have to melt some of them to get them to fit and the last few must be placed whilst blindfolded.
I'm long past the stage of enjoyment and only obstinate nerd rage is keeping me going. If I hadn't started blogging about it, I probably would have given up by now. Ah, I need to stop fussing and go to bed before I break the damn thing or accidentally chop the end of my finger off. I managed to stab myself in the leg last year with a scalpel whilst cutting through a particularly frustrating conversion. I was able to tape the wound closed but it probably could have done with a stitch and I ruined a perfectly good pair of jeans. Don't want a repeat performance this evening.