This morning I stood at my kitchen window (while making coffee, of course), and watched a tiny red squirrel with tufts for ears crawl into a hole. Naturally the hole was some kind of vent in the roof of the opposite building, which, incidentally, is just like my building. The good news is, I no longer think those strange nibbling and scurrying noises I hear at night are my neighbors. At this point I probably should not admit that I periodically imagine them dawning Sendak-inspired Wild Thing costumes, prancing about into the wee hours, and gnawing at pipes and things. (And if you think that's awkward, try running into them during the day and realizing - with shock, no less - that they actually look quite human!) Oddly enough, this imaginary ballet frightens me much less than The Thing That Lived in My Attic in Georgia (you can read about it here and here). Whatever that thing was, I would've happily traded it in for a nice little family of fuzzy red squirrels.
... with tufts for ears.