On Saturday evening, my sweetie's sister got married. That morning, the father of the bride, while strolling around his yard, noticed that the trap that he keeps for squirrels has been sprung. As is his habit when this happens, he bunged the trap into the back of his van and drove it across the river to release it in a local park, ten or fifteen minutes away. He arrived at the park, lifted the door, and out came the squirrel, only this one didn't bound out, but merely trundled, and this one was darker than the gray squirrels he's been dealing with to date, and this one had a broad white stripe down its back! Good thing the wedding was on a boat. If the worst had happened, they could have put the father of the bride well to the stern... He was calling it the Story of the Day. Indeed.