I had a squirrel in my house today. This squirrel to be precise.
The kids were asleep, the door to our porch was open and I was inside, sprawled on the sofa enjoying the breeze when I heard a little scurrying sound. I peeked around the arm of the couch and locked eyes with this brazen little dude who was chillin' in my kitchen, about three feet from me like, Oh, hello. Didn't see you there.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before I pointed at the door and yelled, "GET OUT!" He rolled his eyes at me and waddled back out the way he came. I grabbed my camera off the counter to get this picture of him on the porch.
Moments later I was walking past the door again and he was sitting there, looking in at me. Aren't you gonna invite me in?
"Dude, seriously, go," I mouthed through the glass.
This is the most kick-ass squirrel I've ever met. I think I might leave him a bagel tonight.