Remember my post about the squirrels who decided to chew through my apartment window screen and help themselves to some cookies on my kitchen table? And remember how I said I was going to contact my super and get the screen replaced? Well, I didn't. And they came back.
I know what you're thinking. Why did I leave the window open with a large hole in the screen? And my thought process went something like this: "It's a hot day. I need the air. Surely, the squirrels wouldn't attempt a second break-in. And besides, there's no open food out. What would they come looking for?" I'm an idiot.
To add insult to injury, I was warned. Just this morning as I was sitting at my table doing my routine journaling, I hear a branch rustling outside the open window. Squirrel. He looks at me. I look at him. He looks at hole in window. I look at hole in window. He dances around tree branches and disappears. I shrug my shoulders, and return to my writing.
So, I go out for the afternoon, come back and proceed to the kitchen to write some more. As I step onto the kitchen tile I notice I've stepped into something very wet and very cold. I look down and my water glass is on the floor. I look around. Surely the wind wasn't strong enough to knock over a glass, I thought. Various papers from the table are strewn all over the kitchen. Wait a second.
I look over to the window and there on the ledge are chewed up avocado rinds. I go over to my fruit basket on the far side of my kitchen and sure enough, my last avocado (the one I'd been waiting for the past three days to ripen) is gone. Now, you know I love avocados. To me, this was an act of war.
I look back over to the ledge, to the remnants of my beloved avocado and realize that squirrel had to have eaten part of it to fit it through the hole in the screen; the hole which, by the way, is now framed by creamy avocado flesh. Not only did he steal my food, make a mess in my kitchen, but he had the audacity to sit and enjoy some quality time in my apartment before leaving.