Day 70

There’s a squirrel living in the attic.

It rained today, turning the world into mud, but I couldn’t sit still. So, I explored the house. Again.

I hadn’t been up to the attic for a long time. Why did anyone, ever, need so much stuff?

Still, I picked over things, playing a guessing game with myself. What was this? What was it used for? Whose was it? Eventually, I noticed a pile of twigs and leaves in the rafters.

Curious, I went over to inspect it. It was a squirrel drey! And there was a squirrel curled up in it! Clearly, I was not the only one who didn’t want to venture out in the rain.

The little nutkin chose his home well. It’s in the corner furthest away from the hole in the roof and looks so cozy.

I wonder how many other creatures have turned little nooks and crannies of the house into their homes.

I wonder how many more will after I am gone.