I thought about that, but we were perilously close to the Tea Party museum and more of his ilk were gleefully tossing fake boxes of Tea into the harbor and his body might have gotten stuck on the ropes. I'm just fortunate it wasn't in Boston Commons because the Squirrels there are pure evil. They will happily run up your damn legs to snatch things from your hands if they covet it enough. Though in that case they do favor tourists and one often gets free entertainment watching the scene unfold. 

How is the sting? Did he get you just the once?