I’m sure this squirrel is still mad about being evicted from the attic. She has a distinctive tail, which isn’t quite visible in this photo, but trust me, it’s her.

After her penthouse door was sealed up (and we had our electrical main replaced because she’d eaten all the insulation off it), she spent months racing around on the outside of our house, looking in the windows and following me from room to room.

If I didn’t close the blinds, she’d bang on the windows with her little squirrel fists when she saw me. I’m sure she was giving me the finger with her creepy little squirrel hands.

She didn’t even have a nest up there, she was just partying. I’m surprised to she hasn’t found a way to pick the locks to get back in and set up house again. Yet.

For now, she just sits out there on the compost bin and stares at the house. She’s planning something, I can tell.

I’m quite certain squirrels harbor grudges. We probably should have had her relocated when they fixed the attic, but we didn’t think it was necessary.

Lesson learned.