A Message From Stanley Himself
Squirrel. Star. CEO. Snack-Driven Visionary.
Hi. I’m Stanley. Yes, that Stanley.
You might know me from The Photo — the one where I look like I’m trying to summon a snack tornado with my tiny squirrel arms. Truth is, I was just enjoying a quiet moment of nut-munching when a bit went down the wrong pipe. The result? A wildly unfortunate (and apparently hilarious) pose. Mary, a brilliant wildlife photographer (and relentless wildlife paparazzi), happened to be nearby with her camera. She caught the moment, and the rest is viral history.
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Next thing I know, the photo sweeps the international Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards. News crews showed up. Late night TV called. I was on the internet. All of the internet. Mary and I got invited to London for the awards ceremony. I wore a tiny bowtie. People cried. We had tea with the Queen. She was delightful and I received a portrait of Her Royal Highness painted entirely in jam. ​
Then we jetted off to Kenya for a safari — part of the prize. Word travels fast when you’re internationally celebrated and suspiciously photogenic. I was mobbed like a tiny 5th Beatle. Antelope chased me. Baboons screamed. A parrot in a nearby tree yelled, “STANLEY WAS HERE!” and I still don’t know how it knew that. I tried to flee, gracefully of course, but the jeeps weren’t made for someone with my proportions or flair. Chaos ensued. Many more times than once.
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When we finally got home, I realized something: fame is exhausting. I couldn’t even dig a hole in peace. So I did what any reasonable celebrity squirrel would do — I disappeared into the shadows and reinvented myself. Now, I wear clothes to blend in. Jeans, t-shirts, sometimes even loafers. I’ve got a day job running this website. Here at Stanley Was Here, I oversee the designs, test the products (by napping on them), and personally sabotage anything that doesn’t spark joy.​
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So welcome. Explore. Giggle. Buy stuff.
Just don’t ask me to pose for another photo.
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Stanley Was Here. And now he’s everywhere.
