My son, Jared, gave me this wine bottle holder for Christmas. I think the whimsical moose (I named him Jake) is hilarious and, besides that, he performs a worthwhile function. That is, until recently.
For nearly two months, Jake held my spare bottle of wine spectacularly. Day and night, he did what he was made to do without so much as a snort. He was totally devoted to my bottle.
Yesterday, as I passed through the kitchen on my way out, Jake burped. I froze in my tracks while my heart rate skyrocketed. I slowly turned my head and looked over my shoulder. The bottle was empty.
The moral of the story is: You can't trust a moose not to snort.