I’m out here feeding a visiting Phil walnuts at my table. I go inside to get another memory card for my camera, come back out and he’s running around. Okay!
So I sit and drink my coffee while I watch him. A few minutes of this and I happen to look down and see tiny coffee handprints leading away across the table and in his direction. So basically, I’ve been drinking squirrel-mitt-flavored coffee this morning.

The culprit: