Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Oh my GOD. That effin squirrel is back on the porch and David's gone to work. Now I have to 1. get it out of there (SCARED!) and 2. do something about that hole. HELP. Update: It's about 15 minutes later and he's gone. Again. For now at least. I went around the house and opened the door, then booked it back to the front door. I watched him as he tried to climb through the screen. He kept trying the corners of the screened sections. Like he knew he'd come in a corner but couldn't figure out which one it was. But the door was wide open. I slid open the sliding door and slinked out there staying on the opposite side of the porch. But then he came toward me and I yelped and went back inside, which was a feat in itself with two cats on the other side itching to get out. I called David and whined about how stupid the squirrel is. A few minutes later, he booked it out the door. Like, "OH YEAH! That's where I came in! TWICE! HAHAHA. Dumb lady!" I slammed the door and put the recycling bins against the hole. You know, it's not even a hole, really. It's just where the screen has come undone from the bottom of the door. God. I hope he doesn't come back. And I hope he doesn't come back and bring friends.