DerangedChipmunk
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It's ok to laugh at me for this one:
When I was seven my parents accidentally took me through a "haunted" tower at a castle we were visiting while trying to get up to the battlements. When I realized my trauma had been for naught (the exit was two feet from the entrance and not, as my Mother had theorized, on the battlements) I was 'speechless' with rage.
Coming from a seven year old, it came out as lots of little chattering noises and a lot of stamping and spinning. My Dad yelled out:
"Look, hon, it's a deranged chipmunk!"
the name stuck, although they usually shorten it to "DC"
When I was seven my parents accidentally took me through a "haunted" tower at a castle we were visiting while trying to get up to the battlements. When I realized my trauma had been for naught (the exit was two feet from the entrance and not, as my Mother had theorized, on the battlements) I was 'speechless' with rage.

"Look, hon, it's a deranged chipmunk!"
the name stuck, although they usually shorten it to "DC"