Dadgum Squirrel!
We celebrate Easter at my mother's each year. This year she had two of J.R.'s kids, my brother Critz and his friend, Boo and his girls, and my sister Crystal and her boys. Oh, and me.

My sister adores Easter Egg hunts. Her boy is sixteen, but he plays along and still hunts for eggs. Boo's girls are 9, 11 and 13, and they still like the hunt. J.R.'s son still hunts (going along to not hurt his aunt's feelings, I think) and J.R.'s daughter brought treats. (It's so fun to see the older children enjoy playing grown-up.)

Anyway, Crystal had brought real eggs and I had brought plastic eggs that had coins or chocolate in them. We were still hiding them when Boo shouts, "There goes one of the eggs, Shirl!!"

The kids weren't out yet, so I looked around. "Up in the tree," he hollered, as he headed to the back of the lot where I was.

Yep, up in the tree, just above people head height, was a squirrel with one of the plastic eggs. He was yanking at it with his quick little paws. It opened, he discarded it, and claimed the foil-wrapped chocolate in his mouth as he ran up the tree.

Do you think he'll be okay with the combination of chocolate and foil? Argh. Silly Squirrel!