...but you already knew that.
At the library, there are skylights above the study carrels. These study spaces are my refuge, a little oasis of quiet surrounded by slightly musty books. I can hide from students (and faculty) here. I get my writing done here.
The squirrels are on to me. And just like they have done to everything else that is good and perfect in this world, squirrels set out to destroy my perfect writing spot.
The squirrels run to and fro across the skylights. What would be little pitter-patters on a normal skylight become giant, migraine-inducing thumps on these oversized plastic architectural "features".
The little rodents ignore my glares. In fact, an especially fat one likes to sit in the middle of it, giving me a great few of his, um...stuff...as he eats...well....nuts.
Today I made a swiping motion at the little fattie. Enough! I will not let these squirrels ruin my happy place!
I swear he appeared to smile at me in jest before scampering away.
Leaving behind a pool of squirrel pee.
Bastard.
