Creature Fear

This morning, a squirrel tried to get into my room. My startled yelping did nothing to dissuade it from pawing at the windowsill, the glass, then the other window. It paced back and forth for a solid 30 seconds - glowering, sauntering, even. And I must say - I was genuinely afraid. This squirrel did NOT want to be friends. It did, for some reason, want to have a wander around my squirrel-unfriendly apartment - maybe it wanted to steal my cashews? Maybe reassert ownership of property? Maybe it sensed how shoddily constructed/designed/generally imagined my windows are, and knew that it was going for an easy target. There's really not telling. But it seemed pretty adamant. If it's back tomorrow, I'm not sure what I'll do, but I'm really glad this encounter never took place on one of the days when I left the window open a few inches without the half-screen that I use to keep the bugs out - I only hope the squirrel finds better things to do before next spring -or considers the screen perplexing in a way that intimidates it from testing its resilience, because I'm pretty sure I'll end up with a new roommate.