I got a cool new chainsaw on a stick in order to take down a birch that was dying and threatening to destroy my daughter's bedroon and my neighbor's house. Chainsaw on a stick is awesome - my Mrs. Lex10 made me promise to never bring it into the bedroom. Who knows?
Anyway, I discovered this in one of the numerous cavities prevalent in the ailing birch: an acorn placed there by a squirrel (there're no oaks nearby).
As a way of atoning for this disruption of the natural order, I have placed the log in a position on my firewood holder for the squirrel to discover it. He or she has until December 2007 to find it
Ain't life grand?