Jerry made me this very very cool Triceratops and gave it to me at the annual meeting:
I was a little worried about how I was going to get it back home on two flights without ruining it, but it worked out okay. Despite being placed in a pocket, mixed up with luggage and being squeezed onto two tiny planes, the only real threat to the little guy was the US Airways attendant.
As I approached the desk to check in, the attendant asked for my driver's license, which I had stashed in my pocket. The Triceratops was in the same pocket, so I took him out and put him on the counter while I dug around for my license, so as not to squish him any more than he'd already been squished.
The attendant must have mistaken him for a crumpled up piece of paper (which he DOES NOT look like) because she asked, "Would you like me to throw that trash out for you?"
I snatched up the Triceratops as fast as I could and got really flustered, muttering something like, "he's not trash" or "get the hell away from my origami masterpiece." (I actually muttered something closer to "unnnnhhhhh ummmm.....")
So, Jerry's cool gift almost didn't make it.
Now he's resting comfortably on the table near my bed, with all my other little dino trinkets (the gift, not Jerry!).