These guys are ramped up and ready to go to the museum, and when I explained that they have to wait until June, total mayhem broke out. The marmots ran rampant throughout the studio and a few escaped outside. The whistling was so loud that my ears rang for days afterward. I snapped this photo when I settled them down and put them back into their boxes. Let’s hope they stay there until they are transported to Loveland and go on exhibit. If you see a stray, florescent marmot, don’t try to capture it (they bite) but loudly shout, “Marmot, go HOME!”