Alas, there is no sympathy! Tsk! Sure, in the bright light of DAY you can say he was just an innocent, terrified, cute little rare species of squirrel, and that I was an enormous wuss, and that he was more scared of me than I was of him, but that would be ignoring his enormous mutant eyes, insane leaping abilities, and, uh... scrabbling aptitude.

teenygozer has demanded to know why I hadn't take pictures. My boss greeted me with, "I can't believe you didn't videotape it! We could be the hit of the internet right now!"

If he hadn't voluntarily shoed himself, I'm pretty sure we'd still be chasing him up and down the stairs.