Aack

So, in a scene reminiscent of Christmas Vacation, Callie and I are sitting on the couch talking to her kitty grandma when we hear something running around the roof. It was kind of loud, but there's not a lot between the dropped ceiling and the roof. Then we both saw the squirrel that had run out onto the plexiglass where the florescent light is. The squirrel saw us, stopped, and we all looked at each other. The squirrel ran off.

I wanted to yell, "Squirrel!" Since that seemed kind of rude to yell into my mother's ears, I limited myself to exclaiming that I had a squirrel in my ceiling. Callie has been on the alert ever since. I told her it's apparently her job to guard the apartment from squirrels.

This has been an amazingly long semester. Only the rest of this week, and then next week is the last week of classes. I will be happy for it to be over, except for the fact that some of my favorite librarians will be graduating and leaving for the wide world. One is off to a permanent government job in Washington DC, and two others are off to summer jobs out west and southwest. There are a few lingerers who'll be here through the summer. After that, it'll be pretty quiet in the new palatial, squirrel-less apartment.

See, this is why I needed help choosing an apartment! I am obviously not to be trusted to do this sort of thing alone. Squirrels...