When I moved into my house nine years ago, I made the mistake of telling my brother that I was a little freaked out by all the squirrels around here. I've been teased about it since.
Those squirrels just seemed so brazen the way they didn't care that I was the new home owner and continued to jump into my yard for acorns and pecans. Luckily, I've overcome my aversion to the little rodents, and no longer run into the house when they leap out of a tree and into the yard with me. I actually enjoy watching them chase each other along the fence and up and down the trees -- from a distance. I even leave some squirrel treats around the yard for them from time to time.
Yesterday, I heard a weird noise coming from the kitchen. Weird noises are pretty normal around here lately, but I'd never heard this particular noise before, so I went to investigate. This is what I saw out the window above the kitchen sink: