One year, five months, and five days after after the introduction of the Evil Plastic Nest Box; and eight months and 15 days after he was first brave enough to perch on the entry of the Evil Box — Frank went inside.

Frank. Went. Inside. The. Plastic. Evil. Nest. Box.

He was completely inside that box. Hidden. Completely. Inside. Calmly snacking on millet. And before you go thinking that I'm a little crazy for getting so excited, remember this:

In the six years, four months and 23 days I have lived with Frank, I have never seen him inside a nest box. Ever. Much less an evil one.

Which suggests that millet spray for birds might be a little more like crack is for humans than I previously thought.