and we call him theo.

i could have sworn that someone was in our attic.
it sounds like the "someone" is dragging a dead body across the ceiling.
it keeps us awake at night.
and wakes us up in the morning.
on one particular day it sounded like the "someone" was dragging itself towards my window, so i lifted the shade and peered outside.
and there he was.
sticking his little head out of a hole in the roof....a squirrel.

so we named him theodore. theo for short.

and theo loves to have parties in the attic on a daily basis.

and i swear he laughed at me the other day when i was walking into the house. he stuck his little head out of the hole and just laughed hysterically.

theo has got to go.