[ocuyler]

That reminds me of the time I met some lifelong buddies in Myrtle Beach for some golf. We got to the first tee on day one and we were getting ready to play. My buddy, Larry, dumped his bag upside down looking for golf balls (God knows, we needed them) and a family of mice (Momma and 5 little Mickeys) came tumbling out. They acted very annoyed as the scrambled for cover under the cart. All Larry could manage was "well, that shows you how little I've played. I'm gonna need more strokes".

The moral of the story is that if you have a family of squirls living in your boat and you don't know about it, you need to spend more time on the boat. Simple.