Knowing very little about why people obsess over the things they do, this tongue-thick reporter believes the owl isn't a bad choice when you come right down to it. We've always had a bit of thing for the wide-eyed, rat-eating, bird of prey. Maybe it's because of the old Tootsie Roll Pop mascot (three licks, baby), or that they grace the bosom of every Hooter's waitress in the America, or that Bubo, the bumbling robot owl from Clash of the Titans just that movie.

Still, if Harry Potter is any indication, the world has a bit of a thing for owls. Take Bobby, the devoted owner of The Owl Tree at 601 Post St. Before Harry Potter was in diapers, the Coach from Cheers lookalike loved himself some owls. And like all good people that don't know when to quit, Bobby went perhaps a stitch too far, filling every crack and crevice of his downtown tavern with more owls than you can possibly imagine. A testament to mania run amok, the Owl Tree reminds you that your measly fascination with porcelain figurines doesn't come close to the grand-style zealotry of a true believer.

SFist Nico, contributing.

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