So way back in what must have been the early 90's (Must've been cause this was before I moved to Virginia), I was a tiny little Grymm. Playing with my Ninja Turtles in my Ghostbuster Firehouse*. Tormenting the neighbors with my super soaker and NERF arsenals. Plotting the downfall of some kid that thought he was cock of the walk just for having some stupid flashy sunglasses**. Back in those halcyon days I had these toys I loved.

These toys were four giant plush rattlesnake puppet toy things. There was a green one, blue one, orange one, and purple/yellow one. They curled around your body, had a jaw you could move like a hand puppet, and plastic rattlers in their tails. I fucking adored those things to the point that I would attempt to coil them all around me while I slept. It was the worst thing ever that my blue one got dirty. Hell, I even had a fleeting notion of wanting to learn to sew to make a sweater for the blue one.

Now years later I find myself unable to find one single shred of evidence that these things ever existed. My net searches have been all for naught. Possibly because I can't quite remember what they were called. I want to say they were called something akin to "Rattlin' Rasslers" but I think there was more to the name than that.

So my friends, my colleagues, my customers, and peers, I come to you all in the hopes that you might also remember these things and help assure me that I am not in fact just imagining the most awesome toys I had as a seven year old. What were they called? Why doesn't the net have proof of them? Why the fuck did chold me want to knit a sweater for a plush snake puppet***?!




*It always bugged me that the firehouse had no desk for Janine to sit at, no basement to put the Ecto-containment system in, and no beds for the Ghostbusters to sleep in.

**It was my first encounter with the mindstate of "I'm better than you due to a silly, asinine thing that I have that you don't. And right from the start I knew I wanted to drench the little fuck with my super soaker that was taller and heavier than me and kick him until he cried. I ended up trying to beat him with a stick instead.

***Trick question. Because not only was he dirty, he was starting to rip in places. I felt sorry for him since I knew it was my fault. I never should have pitted him against my Ninja Turtles.