I heard some kind of a ruckus on the roof this morning, and went upstairs to investigate. Turned out that the 3rd floor deck was teeming with baby squirrels. Some may recall that I blogged previously about a squirrel with a penchant for furniture disassembly that had taken up residence under said deck. The chairs are still ruined, but looking at the cute little babies (some grey, some black) fills me with feelings of forgiveness. Kind of.