Remember Clyde?

Clyde is living in my son's backyard, happily playing in his colorful little world. He is free to come and go, but he knows where home is, and pretty much hangs out in the corner of the yard. When Clyde has visitors he gets so excited that he pees. A lot. I put on one of my son's work gloves so I could offer Clyde an almond without losing a finger. He sniffed the glove, and it must have been ok because he jumped onto my open hand. Then he started to run up my arm, and I think we were both, uh, startled. Except, mature thing that I am, I didn't pee.