Do squirrels even like coffee?

This morning, Omaha and I went, as we do every month, to Kouryou-chan's school to do light landscaping and grounds work duty. While I was up on the roof, I looked down and saw a very large, very fat squirrel standing up in front of my coffee tumbler, one of the steel kind with a closeable lid. He had it in his forepaws like he was about to drink from it-- the lid was closed. I yelled at him and he roared off.

I mean, do squirrels even like coffee? That would have been one wired squirrel!

Come to think of it, it's entirely possible that he's encountered coffee before. There are three (count 'em, three!) cafes within a block of the school.

"Somedays, I hate human beings."

Omaha and I were at Kouryou-chan's school this morning. A few other parents were there, and we had our usual fun (and it is fun, actually) taking care of the property. While we were there, one of the teachers showed up-- which one shall remain anonymous-- to drop something off at the school.

Next to the school is an open-bay carwash, the kind where you drive your car into an open bay, then get out and apply soap, rinse and wax yourself from a coin-operated hose. On the weekends, there's a line for one of the six bays, mostly consisting of muscle cars pumping out gangsta rap and narcocorrido while lean, sallow men wait their turn. Outside of the bays, there are two vacuum stations where one can clean out a car's interior. Across the lot from the bays is one of the cafes I mentioned in a previous post.

One of the vaccum stations has a car's width of pavement between it and the fence that closes off the school property. On the other side of that fence is the primary ('nee "kindergarten") garden, a place where children get to apply all their fine Montessori training to the raising of beautiful flowers and gorgeously scented herbs. Sensory training is a big part of the Montessori tradition.

Some asshole had decided, "Fuck it, I'm not going to use the conveniently placed trash can between the two vaccuum machines at this station. I'm going to take the entire load of litter in my car and dump it into that children's play area over the fence."

I mentioned this to the teacher, and she shook her head. "Some days," she said, "I hate human beings."

For once, I had to agree with her.