Vus? A Squirrel? Get lost!

Today my parents did parent teacher conferences at WITS. But I don't want to go into that, because that's miserable and depressing, and besides, they're the only ones who read this blog anyway. So I'll talk about other things.
The other day at breakfast, I was eating a hard boiled egg in the old bais medrash when I saw a squirrel. No it wasnt in the building, it was outside in a small tree, which was leaning against the window. Big deal, you say. But this was no ordinary rodent! it was not eating a nut, but a grilled cheese sandwich from sunday (brought to it, i assume, by the infamous "the Alan the Cook"). It had a hand on either side and was nibbleing away at the thing, crust and all. Now these aren't exactly your ordinary cheese sandwiches, either. They ressemble a piece of american cheese slapped between to chalk-white pieces of cardboard. Apparently this does not bother the lesser rodents as much as it bothers me. Me and my bunkmate Avram scrounged around for a camera (seems every camera in WITS was out of batteries or film, but in the end we found one). We couldn't get a good shot, so we went outside and snuck up behind the squirrel. When it heard the camera click, it ripped a chunk of the sandwich, stuffed the chunk in its mouth, threw the rest of the sandwich at us and ran for it. We chased it down the drive, and it skittered under Rabbi Wachsman's car, which had just pulled up.
"Rebbi! Rebbi! There's a squirrel!"
"Um....so?"
"Rebbi- stop that squirrel!"
"Why?"
"Rebbi- it has a sandwich!"
"So?"
By the time we'd explained to him that we didn't want to eat the sandwich, the squirrel was gone.