Pirate Pellet, Terror of the Seas, captains his trusty paperclippership through a perilous fluorescent light storm. Dashing pirate hat stylings by his student friend, Rin. Anxious look occurs naturally.
One day, a bad thing happened. I came back from lunch and Pellet was gone! He wasn’t hiding on my desk or in the drawers or on my chair or on the floor. I accused the department prankster of taking him. He scoffed at me. I accused the rest of the department of taking him. They took offense.
And then I got the email:
He had been kidnapped. I awaited further instructions, and was eventually able to negotiate Pellet’s ransom with a piece of yellow cake (buttercream frosting and sprinkles). He was returned to me the next day with his little hands bound together by a rubber band and a corner scrap of black plastic bag over his head (that’s a true story, but it was years ago and I didn’t think to take a picture – probably quite an offensive picture, anyway…).
Anyway, eventually he got over it and came out from the warm spot behind my computer tower (his safe place), and has thrived. (Thriven? Throve? He thrives. Whatever.) I maintain that he suffered a touch of Stockholm Syndrome, because one of his kidnappers was Scott (his coach and choreographer from Dance Day), but he doesn’t seem to have any permanent damage.
“I hope he doesn’t grade on content.”
“I think I want, you know, a really hot boyfriend.”
“Hang on, I’m, like, totally concentrated on filling this waterbottle.”
Sometimes he’s overcome and just has to put his head down for a minute.
That’s Scott, assisting with coaching and choreography. That’s me, laughing so hard you can’t really hear him singing. The first time he made Pellet do the gopher dance was 7 years ago, and it still cracks me up just as much every time I see it. Scott can also say the entire introduction to the A-Team. So, you know, he’s handy to have around. Thanks, Scott!
UPDATEwhichishouldhaveincluded: Yes/No bunnies made by the brilliant and so-funny Jessica at Spidercamp. For all your obscene and snarky bunny needs. (Mom & Dad, cover your eyes. I mean it, no peeking.)