Please, Sir...I Want Some More

Last week at pub trivia, Charlie won a prize for answering an email bonus question. There was a choice of prizes, and he knew what he wanted as soon as he saw it. For the very first time, my husband was not chivalrous. He made a beeline for the prize table, beating out his competitor, Courtney. You can tell she was thrilled to have the growing alligator thingy.

What was this prize that Charlie was so quick to (as our venerable Quiz Master put it) "yoink"? Let's have a look-see, shall we?

Yep. Charlie wanted that squirrel coffee mug in the worst way. I thought it was kinda funny, the way he BOLTED up on that stage to make sure he got there before Courtney. He was obviously a man with a plan. Only days later, his plan would unfold. Behold, our backyard wall:

Yes, that is a squirrel taking note of the cup on the wall. It took him a good 45 minutes to finally approach it. We got tired of waiting, and of course, the minute we turned our backs, the sneaky little rodent took it. Yes, he TOOK the cup. We laughed. How boring are our lives that our entertainment is watching a squirrel stare at a miniature cup? But wait! The story doesn't end there...

Two days pass. Lo! The cup returneth! The squirrel brought the cup back. No joke. That little cup is now sitting on the back wall again. Not in the same place, but close. I asked Charlie what he put in the cup that the squirrel wants more of. "Just water." He says. "But this time, I think I'll put some rum in it."

Great. Just what we need. Drunken squirrels.