[ John's looks up with a withering glare. ]

No, I just figured I'd whip it out on your doorstep.

[ He holds the bag out, opening it a little more, where there is, in fact, a fairly normal squirrel having a little nap in a nest of torn-up worksheets. Thankfully they were already graded... ]

I guess I can just leave the bag out here and maybe he'll leave on his own?