Back to “sometimes we are the bug.” Today we managed to lock ourselves out of the trailer. We were cooking potatoes on the stove, and Gustav was in the trailer, when we arrived back from a ten minute foray to the campground office to find 1) the door locked, and 2) the trailer keys inside the trailer. Being a Boy Scout, Stephen had an answer. Two ladders and a picnic table later, he was inside. Vladimir was tickling his feet outside, and Gus was licking his face inside.
Although there were no points for style, inventiveness counts.