Larry the Duck Comes to Life

It had been a long day on the road. I had just gotten in and was unloading the show cases from the truck. Those of you who are familiar with my programs know of the recurring puppet character, Larry the Duck. I have an ‘old’ Larry puppet laying on the shelf just inside the door of my studio. As I walked by with a load of equipment out of the corner of my eye it looked like old Larry moved.

“That couldn’t be” I thought to myself. I went back for another load of equipment. This time by Larry didn’t move. However, on the next trip by he wiggled a little.

I decided to investigate. I went over to pick up Larry when all of a sudden out of nowhere came a rabid chipmunk. OK I’ll admit I don’t know if he was rabid or not, or even if it was a he. It was moving so fast I was barely even able to determine what type rodent it was.

When I say chipmunk, I realize it conjures up visions of the cute little Disney characters ‘Chip & Dale.’ This wasn’t Chip or Dale. This sucker was MEAN! He had assaulted Larry and had taken up residence in his torso.

I grabbed the nearest weapon, a broom that was nearby. I swatted, swung and smacked trying to run the varmint out of my building but he would not go. He had decided he liked it in there. Maybe it was Larry. Maybe it was my new air freshener. Do chipmunks like Vanilla?

I got tired of waiting so I went in the house to get my shotgun. I do live in SC after all. I did leave the door open though in case he decided to leave peacefully. Inside I cooled off and after a few hours went out and checked around. The critter was no where in site and Larry was all alone. I lowered the overhead door, apologized to Larry and went in for the evening.

The next morning I left early for another program when I got a page that we had a message on the voice mail. It was my neighbor. Apparently his dog had escaped and was in our yard. When the neighbor came to get Cash, their black lab he happened to look toward my studio window. The message he left said there was a chipmunk looking back at him. He thought I’d want to know. How nice.

Bad news is that I was away for the weekend. When I returned on Sunday I was afraid to open the door, fearful of what I might find. Would it be roadkill smell? Would it be everything gnawed to bits. Would I find a rabid she-rodent and Larry the Duck in wedded bliss?

Much to my delight, there was no smell, no gnawing remnants and Larry was still single. I left the door open for a few more hours so the chipmunk could find his way home. There’s been no rodent residue or any other signs of him since. Larry is still single with no one to argue with but me.

Cell Phone Driver

I must be getting old. In fact I think I'm turning into my dad. People are starting to irritate me. You know, those that drive while talking on their cell phones. They're a big distraction when driving. Just today I was headed to the post office. This guy on his cell phone was in the other lane. I came up beside him and he didn't even know I was there. He just came right over on me. I had to jerk the wheel to avoid a crash. He caused me to spill my hamburger all over the seat. Lettuce and tomato went flying. He even made me spill coffee on my road map. People really should be more careful.