The new tenant downstairs...

Yesterday, I was out sitting in the driveway with a book. A hot, beautiful and sunny day, but I was just feeling too damn lazy to bike down to the beach as I usually do. Besides, I every time I passed the magnolia tree in the front yard, the bees and flies snacking on it would swarm me. Stupid bugs and their posse mentality.

The guy who lives downstairs (avec wife, child and soon-to-be-second child) walked by with a canister displaying sinister graphics. Some sort of all-inclusive rodent repellent -- shaken over the property to deter raccoons, squirrels, mice and other insidious wildlife from the house and yard.

Seems he had a visitor the other day. He and his family came home to find (cue ominous thunder and maniacal laughter in the distance)... a squirrel. Sitting in their living room.

On one hand, I sympathize. On the other, I wish them well with their newest (and most sinister) family member. I wonder how squirrels are with newborns?