Dear, lovable, furry, old Grover has moved to Ohio with Der Bingle. The decision was made when Summer tossed him up into the space formed by two bookcases meeting in a corner. Using a coat hanger, we were able to snag (no pun intended) and slide him up and eventually out. After the first failed attempt, we saw blue fur on the tip of the hanger. It was not a pleasant few minutes. He immediately sought sanctuary in the trunk of the Ohio car with Georgia plates, coming inside under guard only to be seen at the local Urgent Care on the porch where his arm was more firmly secured.

This picture came via phone mail Sunday afternoon and was titled “Grover at Rest”  –  I don’t know but that sounds a little funereal to me so we are calling it Grover Relaxing.

What Summer will do now is unknown . . . but probably worth being concerned about. We advise all Sesame Street buds to avoid the sidewalk out front for a while.