"Um, are you going to finish that pretzel? If not, can I bury it in my super secret hidey-hole?"
A teeny squee batty I found laying outside in broad daylight. He chirped at me quite a bit when i picked him up, but felt right at home on the shelf in the garage. When the sun started to set, he finally got the courage to take off!
Um, well, no. No, I wasn't done, but sure go a head and have some...