That's how they getcha

You know those sad lost souls who combine the old bar of soap in the shower with the new one so they never have to throw out soap? Well I'm one of them. It just always drove me crazy to see soap dwindle down to a little sliver that either got thrown out or went down the drain. Hence the grafting.

The problem is that the manufacturers seem to have changed the formula. Now whether it's wet or dry soap just doesn't adhere to another bar of soap. I really doubt this is accidental. These people might force me to try body wash.

Drumsticks?

The first thing I remember hearing about Baba Yaga was that she lived in a house on chicken legs. That sounded to me like it had to be a gag. And it is pretty crazy. Still, having a house on legs that can move of their own volition―your own will presumably being in charge―has to be some kind of magical attribute.

Makes sense that in actual mythology Baba Yaga can be a monster, a nuisance, or a benefactor. When a myth has been in circulation for a while, different aspects will come to the fore. 

Also interesting that while we're used to thinking of her as a singular person, there is a version of the tale where there are three Baba Yagas. Influence from Classical myth would be my educated guess.