Mink, not a coat

In the spirit of wildlife adventures, I will now recount for you the sighting of a Mink on the pond outside our window at work. I say "on the pond" because the pond is frozen. The mink, who is not currently part of an elderly lady's coat, was jumping in and out of some holes on the bank. He then bounded across the ice with mink-like speed and disappeared.

Once more: I love my job. Bill, our fearless lead developer, spotted the mink outside the window. Then the whole development team crowded around vying for the binoculars. I'm telling you people, you do not get this level of rad working in the city. Nope. You've gotta come to Ithaca. And freeze your ass off.