Taylor does not like things tidy, spic and span, and certainly not squeaky clean. She enjoys discovering neighbourhood roadkill, plops of garbage, and fly infested splats on a park bench.

Taylor is the reigning Queen of ‘all-things-better-left-unseen’, though her crown is heavy, difficult to wear. Her hobby, turned obsession, makes her no friends. Taylor could try to hide this part
of herself. But then who else is she supposed to be?

And when she finds the most enigmatic GLOB of organic matter she has ever seen, Taylor finds herself in the greatest and strangest mental pickle yet.

So begins an inquisition of the scientific sort. Taylor’s curiosity for all-manner of ‘gross’ kinked, coiled and curled with every scenario to what this GLOB could be. What is its origin? What is its story? The GLOB, this Generous Lump of Organic Business, is going to be a dirty, mind-bending challenge. She will have to be shrewd. She will have to be clever.

However, the clock is ticking, and her imagination is boiling over.
Long Live the Queen.