I love 3-D jigsaw puzzles. Four pieces live on my shelf at work, a sapphire, a green apple, a heart, and a crescent moon. At home I have a red apple, a rose, and a four-leafed clover. This week I picked up a new one, meet Yorick the skull:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?
Hamlet, Act 5, scene 1
He's going to live on my desk through Halloween, and maybe go to a few NaNoWriMo write-ins. Yorick is the first of these puzzles to come with a screw-threaded central support and a key to tighten it. He's hollow inside and he fits perfectly in my palm. I put some scraps of red yarn in the hollow place inside the skull.
They're sold by Barnes and Noble in the puzzle section, mine came from the Ladue and the West County Mall stores. I also have a little star puzzle on my microscopic USB thumb drive so I don't lose the wee little thing.
(NB: One of the more mangled lines in Shakespeare is "Alas poor Yorick", commonly misquoted as "Alas poor Yorick, I knew him well." Which is wrong.)