While I was staying in Taiwan, the rubber duck was somehow stupidly popular. It’s like a regular rubber duck, like what you would take into the bath for your baby infant to play with – but huge. Like, 20 meters tall, huge.
At first, I thought this was the stupidest thing every. Seriously. A giant inflatable duck. So what? But then, as I traveled around Taiwan, seeing signs and tributes to the duck, I got more and more curious.
In Keelung harbor, the giant inflatable rubber duck floated majestically, untroubled by the two weeks of constant rain. Usually, the pier would be chock-full of people, taking photos with the duck, but the bad weather had driven away most of would-be duck admirers. So I had a pretty good view of the duck. And it was pretty much what I expected. A giant rubber duck. Huge, yellow, and very much out of place.
Curiously, the day after I visited the duck, it blew up. Or rather, it blew out. In front of a giant crowd, a tear developed in the duck, and all of a sudden it blew out, and collapsed into a yellow pile in the water. One moment, a duck. The next, a no longer a duck.
Watching footage on the news of the duck blowing out, I laughed, guffawed, laughed some more. Clearly, I am not a good person.