The Inevitable.

As I watched them race around on the ground, looking up at the pinecones, I knew.  As they stared with their beady, black eyes, I knew this day would come.

Have I ever told you my brother and I had a baby squirrel as a pet?  We did.  Named, originally enough, Skippy.  After the peanut butter we used.

And this morning, I awoke to no Pinecone Cafe hanging in the tree.

The greedy rascals had broken the line that the Pinecone Cafe hung from.  But I heard that a new Pinecone Cafe stash may be under construction.  Hang on, Pinecone patrons...we'll be back!