Don't worry, all. There was a door on the back end of the dumpster, and one of dad's co-workers opened it, allowing the little guys to slip out and into the woods safely.
Mom and dad went to dad's aunt and uncle's last night for dinner, and came back about ten pounds bigger (well dad did, anyway). I swear, sometimes these two are more like mother and son! Dad cannot be trusted when it comes to food. Especially sweets. They'd made something they called red velvet cake balls, from a recipe dad got from the lady with the "bah humbug"-shirt cat, and took some on a plate with them (they left about eight of them on a tray in the fridge). They (dad) gorged themselves (himself) on pierogies, sauerkraut, kielbasa and wine, and rounded out the night with a slice of rich, moist gingerbread topped with french vanilla ice cream and one of the cake balls each.
All were full and drowsy, and after making their way to the overstuffed living room furniture facing the glowing fireplace dad's aunt brought out a huge glass jar full of coconut m+ms. Of course, she set it down on the table right in front of dad, and he couldn't keep his hand out of the jar. Mom tried pushing it away, but that didn't deter dad. Needless to say, dad got plenty of glares from mom, and a stern lecture on not wanting to hear him bitching about his weight after his behavior with the candy. And then they sent some home with mom and dad. Along with some leftovers from dinner. It's going to be a good day around here.
I have a feeling mom's going to drag dad off to work out with her.