Me and Caffeine

Outside the window, across the garden, perching on the fence, is a squirrel.  The squirrel has a pear from our neighbor’s pear tree.  Naturally highly strung, the squirrel eats the sugary pear, about the mass of it's own torso, at increasing speeds, getting sloppier and sloppier as he reaches the core.  It’s like watching an organic buzzsaw.  The squirrel, could we hear his thoughts is obviously chanting an inner litany of "mine, mine, all mine, o!, nice jucy pear, o! mine."  The squirrel, oblivious to cats, then decides to run around the yard a bit before going up the tree.  It is acting squirrelly, in every sense of the word.  Here endeth the lesson.