Ugh. Fun piece, but was reminded of the year I lived on a sailboat in the Virgin Islands. Every morning, I'd wake up to George, sitting on the alarm clock waving his 3-inch antennae, cheerfully letting me know it's time to GTF up and enjoy a Mount Gay and OJ at the dock bar. Nope. This is one great reason to live in the Pacific Northwest. George can't find me here. ———— Thanks for the hilarity on a rainy day. :D