Thing struck again and he really overstepped the boundaries this time. I put up with so much from him: the floor of the feed shed is littered with stored items flung from a wall of shelves, boxes torn open, bags ripped apart. Long ago he chewed a hole in the scratch-barrel lid, and I even accepted that. Yesterday I poured a new bag of feed into the barrel - and watched it spill out through a squirrel-size hole at the bottom. This not a self-serve establishment, no matter what he thinks. I hesitate to buy a metal trash can because the lids fit tightly and might create condensation inside, making the feed moldy. Having found a way into this barrel, I'm afraid a new plastic can would be an exercise in futility. That darned Thing.
If you don't count Thing, it was a good day.