Commander’s daughter is kind of inspired by this friend of my brother’s who had a fashionista mom and a bushman dad, so her mom would suit her up with all the glamorous lady-like stuff and her dad would bring her pet bugs and snails and newts and that kind of thing, and they effectively raised a bombshell pageant-queen lookin’ young woman with an odd affection for creepy crawlies.

Now that I think about it, there’s something Kafka-esque about raising a responsible kid and ending up with a giant bug.