A sign of the day to come?

I was putting stuff in my backpack this morning, getting ready to leave when I hear "tsssssssssss..." I investigate. It's coming from my backpack. I start to dig through all the crap that's in there until I discover the culprit. A can of soda has gotten poked with a pin and is now happily filling the bottom of my pack with Pepsi. Awesome. I tossed the can in the tub (nearest thing that had a drain) and cleaned out the crap that I needed for work/scouts today and changed bags. When I left Tess was happily chewing on the bottom of my backpack to get any soda out of it.