This giraffe is a terrorist. I know it's dark in the photo and that's on purpose. The reason I didn't highlight this asshole is because this is often how I come into contact with it. It will be in the dead of night or a cloudy day and I'll round a corner to see this silhouette haunting me from a new location.
The rational side of me understands that it's just my daughter playing around and moving the thing, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if it has consciousness. Just look at the way it stares at you with a knowing smirk saying, "I see you and you are lacking". I'm sorry, but I feel judged.
The worst encounters are when I'm going to bed and she placed this thing directly in my path; only it's dark and now I have to contend with a 5' tall stuffed giraffe that I wasn't expecting, all in the dead of night. I can't tell you how many times I've almost come to fisticuffs with a stuffed animal. This giraffe is a terrorist. If you ever see one in the store, walk the other way. Dad out.