A squirrel in the attic is nothing new

So, on the weerkend in the cabin, as the squirrel did laps above us, we just carried on eating Jiffy Pop. Our greasy fingers had no idea how cold they'd be by 2 a.m. How bad they'd ache. Had no idea they'd be quivering beneath seven blankets, dying to dial the park's emergency number. No idea they'd still be clutching the covers at sunrise. As the squirrel does a couple early morning warm-up laps, a couple sun salutations. How they'd clap at 8 a.m when the maintenance man hits the pipes and the natural gas goes up in flames. How they'd whip the curtains open after. Find the squirrel staring in.