Saturday Squirrel.

Trash or treasure: It's all good

While they relentlessly search here and there, high and low, over there and right here, our furry friends often end their searches empty pawed. But some times, just some times, they strike gold. And that's what happened for our furry friend as he hit the mother lode of peanuts outside Badin Hall. Whether buried treasure or someone's discarded trash, the peanut stash was just what was needed amid a very trying winter. Suffice it to say, it was a feast. On enjoying a feast amid the tundra of South Quad, this squirrel non-verbaled, "And they're lightly salted too... what more could you ask for?"