Something was going on outside my guest room window. Whatever it was, it was in the front yard and made a sound alternating between bangs and scratches. I peeked through the blinds and it was a squirrel spread-eagled on the window screen in a classic Looney-Tunes pose.
That isn't a photo -- when I turned to get my iPhone, he jumped away. He seemed like the nervous type anyway. He had the affect of a squirrel desperately trying to evade someone. "Let me in, they're after me."
I knew he wasn't starving, because there are literal piles of peanuts in the back yard. And I knew he wasn't cold: it was a freakish 58 degrees.
Five minutes later I heard the sound again. Peeked through the blinds, no squirrel. Checked the window in the next room over, no squirrel. Looked out the front door, no squirrel. Turned around and there he was on the opposite side of the house, plastered to a screen that looked out on the backyard.
I took a step across the great room to get a better look and he jumped away again, only to run to the peanut pile and start eating.
So I don't know. Was he saying thanks for the eternal supply of nuts? He looked too desperate. Did it occur to him that if we stopped with the nuts that he would starve because he never learned to scavenge and he was pleading for independence?
It haunts me.