You're either a puppet person or you are not. I thought I was going to go insane when I once went to a mother's playgroup and we all had to sit in a circle with our teeny children. The woman next to me wore a glove puppet on one hand and I never heard her normal voice once in the long, long hour my daughter and I were stuck there. I'm sure her poor child went quite mad growing up with that.
My daughter and I got trapped in a church service in England once. The minister/vicar started on about worms rising out of the soil. We didn't like that either. I had only taken her in to show her what a British church looked like inside. Honestly, it was like being in an episode of Midsomers.