This morning I laid in bed listening to him eat pumpkin bread off the counter…his little claws scratching the parchment paper.

When it was time to get ready for work, I stood at the bedroom door and yelled, “I’m coming OUUUUT!!!” and stomped my way into the bathroom.

Normal life when you have a squirrel roommate.

Allen called to report that he “left the window open” today, in hopes that the little dude will walk out as quietly and easily as he walked in.  Something tells me this is wishful thinking.  I mean, what squirrel WOULDN’T want to live with us?

It throws me the way that Allen acts like this is Life as Normal…and how my response is then to ACCEPT it as Life as Normal.  To holler to the squirrel that I’m coming out…so he can go hide under the fridge while I make my lunch for the day.