First of all:
My dad sent me this link. Scary. Especially since I was attacked by a squirrel once. A black squirrel that looks just like the one in the story lept out of a trash can and used my shoulder as a spring board.
Second of all:
How odd is it that I go my whole life without running into so much as a single cheese phallus, then today I encounter two (yes two!) completely independent towers of chevre within a 6 hour window. Weird. Very very weird. (I took one home with me.)
Third of all:
K.T., I thought of you as I posted that essay...I somehow knew it would get you going.
Fourth of all:
That's it, I'm done.