Webpablo named him, Ulysses.

There is no itch. There is no pain. There are none of the things that come along with new facial hair growth. There is, only sadness. My dear webpablo readers, I am writing to tell you that 

a) webpablo has grown a mustache in honor of Mustache march. (and it is glorious) 

b) I am going to shave it tomorrow, for there can be no mustache april. 

I have fed it, groomed it, and watched it grow into its mature and bristley state. His name, is Ulysses, and tomorrow. . . he dies. 

-webpablo out.