Special visitor

My brother-in-law Mike has owned a small gas station for about the last year. It's one of those Clark stations that has a wide store area across the front of the station that's only about six feet deep. On warm spring days, as he perched on a stool behind the counter at one end of the space, Mike loved to prop the glass door wide open to get some fresh air inside the store. Until the day he had a visitor.

Mike was watching a program on his little TV one day between customers when he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. As he turned his head, he saw that a squirrel had come in the open door. The squirrel ran across the depth of the store to the candy rack, considered his choices for a moment (just kidding), and then grabbed a king size Snickers bar and took off. Without paying!

About ten minutes later, he snuck into the store again and stole another king size Snickers! How he knew that those candy bars had peanuts inside and the Milky Ways didn't, I'll never know. He came back again the next day and snagged another candy bar before Mike realized that he was going to have to close the glass door and put on the air conditioning to defeat his furry thief.

For about a week afterwards, Mike says that the squirrel would come to the glass door almost every day and look longingly towards those sweet, sweet decadent confections, now beyond reach. I know what he was thinking too--how can I sabotage the air conditioning?