This is Groucho the Snake. (He’s a squeak toy who was made for dogs to play with, but don’t tell him that!)
He was named after Groucho Marx–has those same buggy eyes.
Groucho is also a pretty good dancer.
I got him last October, about a week before the election, to help relieve the tension of a long election night. When you squeeze below his head, he sounds like a rubber ducky (for “rah-rah, go Hilary!”); when you squeeze near his tail, he makes a sad squeak, like he’s crying. (We were all making sad squeaks by the end of the night.)
This is how Groucho and I feel now.
Saints and Trees 