Ummm....yeah.

I have a friend in the lab who I can never get a good read from. For now I'll call her Mo, since she hasn't told me I could use her real name. She has the appearance of being very prim and proper. She's sort of quiet and reserved, yet will come out and do the funniest things. For instance, one day James and I were sitting around the lab making weird noises. You know, like cracking unusual body parts, whistling through our teeth, pretty much par for the course. Then Mo busted out with the classic spit on your hand, clasp your hands together and make fart noises. That was when we knew she was one of us.

For the holidays she visited her family in the Philippines. She very thoughtfully brought me back a gift that was prefaced with, "We're friends, right?"

"Sure, Mo," I said puzzled. She handed me the gift:

I couldn't figure out what the heck it was. Why was a wooden man hiding in what appeared to be a barrel? Was this some sort of local deity? I tried to pick it up by placing my fingers around the barrel and lifting. Much to my surprise, the barrel was unattached and slid off while I was trying to lift up the figurine.

So it was a prank. A shocking (coming from Mo) and pretty funny one. Wrigley was impressed by the spring action arms and peener.