Mr. Peanut has been an integral, much loved part of our family for almost three years now.
One Sunday while at the St. Lawrence Antique Market, Rachelle and I decided to give one another $20, and with that money, find a gift for one another. When I saw Mr. Peanut, I knew that he was the perfect gift for Rachelle, my Petal.
Mr. Peanut is a taxidermied squirrel.
I bought him for Rachelle, and when I gave him to her later in the day, it was love at first sight. She immediately gave him the name Mr. Peanut, and has been dressing him up for holidays and dinner parties ever since.
Good times.
This year at Halloween, our “friend” Jillian decided to dress up as the weather, and so she glued a bunch of leaves to herself, and maybe a twig or two, as well.
Lame.
At any rate, because we didn’t want her to embarrass herself, we spruced up her costume, adding Mr. Peanut to her costume as a sort of wrist-corsage. Jillian really ripped it up at the party that night, and we lost track of her and Mr. Peanut around midnight.
What follows is the letter we received from her late on Sunday, when her hangover had presumably started to abate.
“Mr. Peanut and I have been having a blast. But I think he might be happier with me so he is feeling a bit confused.
I’ve attached some pictures of the first Sunday Mr. Peanut and I spent together. He really is adapting nicely. But he might even want to leave me soon, for the great wilds.
One step at a time.”
As you might imagine, this is a very difficult time for Rachelle and I. We are presently looking into our hearts, and our legal options, to see what the best course of action might be. Your thoughts and prayers would be very much appreciated as we try to process, and work through all of this.