When you rush to the tea kettle to get it off the fire, you get another surprise for the day. R.C., just sitting there in the middle of your kitchen table like it was just perfectly normal. He was no there when you came in after work and got the tea water boiling. The squirrels button eyes staring into your soul as it sits there, being not at all creepy about it as the tea kettle hisses even more and more.