[laughs]

But he, the crow can't get to it.

It's, like, putting its little beak in, but it can't reach it, so then it grabs some stones, puts it in the tube, [stones clinking] so the water raises, the Cheeto floats up, and then it gets the Cheeto [Cheeto crunching] and flies away.

Yeah

... was it last week? There was a tiny dead snake, like no thicker than my pinky, that was near my food offerings.