The diminutive dictator apparently escaped the lawn yesterday, and found himself at the Minnesota Twins shiny new ballpark for a sporting contest. Using his tiny sciuridae claws, he was able to send me two photos of the visit, before his natural urge to bury nuts led to him being escorted out of the park after he tore up the warning track.
Photo 1: "That brick is the top of the dugout."
Photo 2: "Well played, Mauer."
Bonus Third Photo: Hey, we know that guy...