Yesterday morning I had my alarm set to get up at the VERY last second..with just enouph time to get to work..my first day back after a great tour in the WARM part of the country..Something jarred me out of my deep deep slumber. I opened my eyes and to my suprise, I'm staring deep into the black beedy eyes of a young squirrel standing 3 inches from my noise. The sun is rising through my window behind my new bed mate, silhouetting his fidgeting, twitching tail. Signaling to me that he was probably as shocked by my presence as me his. The TV is reflecting dancing bits of light in his little black eyes. I was slowly trying to edge my arm over to cover my face before he can scratch my eyes out. Right then he turns and flits out my window. I thought to myself..how many times has he, uninterrupted, been in my room while I was on tour?! I'M the intuder to him perhaps. Needless to say, I did NOT go back to sleep and cursed the little squirrel when my alarm went off while I was lying, stairing at the ceiling while  visions of squirrels danced in my head.