I am losing the war with the squirrel who digs up the plants on my front step. Seriously. I heard him out there and went out the door and yelled at him (or her, I suppose), and he just stood there and looked at me till I came stamping after him. Yes, he’s much smaller than I am, but I’m not about to bite him, am I?

But for now, he is letting my nasturtium (remember when it was plural?) bloom, so I figured I’d better enjoy it while I could.