My Scapegoat

I have taken to blaming the squirrel family living in our yard when things go missing. They tend to throw nuts at the house and when we walk to the mailbox or put out the trash cans we sometimes have to walk through a hail storm of nuts. I'm not kidding. So I thought when Toby's running shoes went missing (they are one of two pairs of sneakers he has: one pair has lightning McQueen on them so those are the "race car shoes" and the other pair are his "running shoes") I thought that the squirrels had gone to new heights of annoyance. I kept waiting for sneaker pieces to rain down on the yard. However, I was a little too quick to judge the rodents and I should have blamed my poor organizational skills: the shoes were under my bed. Go figure.