...or ... my Funny Gargoyle.
It used to kind of unerve me a bit when I'd walk into a room and there would be Darwin perched upon the door, peering down. Nevermind half the time I couldn't figure out how he got up there. How did he get up there? I know on the French doors he would scale them as though he were rapelling up a front at REI. But the smooth doors? How did he get up there? And how would he get down?
Sometimes in the dark when I enter a room I see his spooky eyes stare down on me. It used to sort of startle me, not any more. Now I know it's just Darwin the Doorwalker.
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