Pesky Squirrel

This morning, I allowed myself to sleep in. It's been a few nights since I've gotten more than five hours of sleep, so I went to bed early and wasn't going to get up until late. Little did I know that I didn't get a say in the matter.

I woke up to my window rattling. It does that when the wind is blowing, so I just thought that a storm was moving in. The sound, however, suddenly moved closer to me, so I shot up off my pillow, looked over with my blurry vision, and saw a giant ball of puff looking up at me. Both parties startled, we both began to scurry. I toward my door, he toward my window.

(For those of you who don't know, I LIVE ON THE TOP FLOOR! The little guy had to climb the side of the building and gnaw through my screen to get in. What a rascal! )

I ran out of my room and closed the squirrel in. Shazia and I giggled about the situation for a bit before I decided that I would try to shoo him off to the balcony on the opposite side of the apartment. But when I opened my bedroom door, he was gone. Hopefully he figured out his way out of the window, and is not hiding out in my closet!

Whew! What a way to wake up...