There is a great line from the movie "Chicken Run" in which the doltish Mr. Tweedy engages every last one of his limited supply of grey cells, and after pondering long and hard comes to this conclusion regarding chickens:
[Whispering to himself] "They're organized. I know it."
We had a recent similar experience at our house, although Spouse bears no resemblence to the venomous Mrs. Tweedy.
We were in the kitchen minding our own business when one of the squirrels that I suspect of being part of an ongoing surveillance detail was noticed high up in a tree where he thought we could not see him:
Sipping on coffee to keep warm.
They're organized. I know it!