i thought i heard an animal in my kitchen last night. 
this morning i see the tell-tale tail waving in the window, gnawing at my pane.

i'm afraid yes afraid i have an ambivalent feeling for squirrel, the cute, impish destroyer, the admirable ultimate city scrapper. the squirrel is like me without the rent.

 when i come home one day will the squirrel be living in my place?