Imagine coming home from a weekend away, you set your bags down and go to the bathroom after a bit of a drive. Ready to relieve yourself you look at the toilet and see something's not right. What is that in there? Is that....is that a squirrel? A dead squirrel in my toilet?
That thick Maine accent, that big crooked grin at the end of every forecast, and that western style tie, who could forget weatherman Marty On The Mountain?