So I got to the office at six-thirty or so yesterday, and I couldn’t open my door. And then I looked down and saw this:
He did not gain entrance, but he chewed up a lot of door trim. Some other offices in the building were not quite so resistant to forcible entry.
At least a few moments that morning were spent in contemplation of how much the cleanup bill would have been had I been there to perforate the miserable sumbitch.