Well, this morning is my birthday, and as I lay here sleeping in on my birthday morn, what should I hear but the familiar sound of animals pitter pattering across my rooftop as if Christmas eve were here again for all things 1:10 our size.
And that's when it hit me.
It snowed last night.
There should be a 0% chance of squirrels making nose on a rooftop covered with snow.
Unless...they are under my roof....