I don't know much about Charlie. That's the name my Dad gave him while I was working on extracting him from a big piece of walnut. This man definitely had personality; Charlie fits as a name. He showed up in a magazine sitting on a log smoking what appears to be a very rank cigar. I moved him to a bench against a wall, although some say it looks like he is sitting on an outdoor toilet. Perhaps Charlie knows. Nevertheless, he has real character.