Pizza Squirrel is undoubtedly my greatest work as a journalist

My 1.5-year-old son has Coxsackie disease, which is very funny to say, but very unpleasant to have. He woke up this morning at 4.30AM. I didn't want to stay cooped up in the house, so after breakfast we went to the park. We were the only people there at daybreak, but the playground was teeming with birds and squirrels making a meal of the food scraps humans had left behind.
I spotted a squirrel perched on a garbage can. He was up to his waist in a paper bag that had been wedged halfway into the