The Flophouse endured a frontal assault by the forces of squirrofascism today. We took one casualty. I've told this story something like six times tonight, so read Catherine's account, then Matt's, then this Unfogged comment thread, then Catherine again. The four of us formed an impenetrable phalanx against the squirrel, with Kriston proving his mettle as a strategist, a tactician and indeed a frontline warrior.

Just one thing, and it's not to impugn the wisdom of a squirrel-free household or to suggest that Catherine's misfortune was in vain. It's just that... when he ran out... the squirrel was... cute. He didn't mean any harm. A squirrel is not a rat. It does not become feral, nor does it seek to inflict harm upon humanity. The squirrel was cornered, it was trapped, and so it lashed out. I seek not to apologize for the squirrel's behavior -- merely to understand what motivated it, so that we as a Flophouse can guard against this sort of thing happening again.