I spent the night dreaming about squirrels in the attic. Not just your garden variety squirrel, but tiny flashlight-toting squirrels who were spying on us from above. What can I say- night time is never boring. We discussed the squirrels this morning.

007: so, Ian, do you think there really are squirrels in our attic?
Ian: No!
Michael: How about raccoons?
Ian: just my pet one. He’s very nice. HISK, HISK.
Me: There is no raccoon.