The flowers are blooming in red flower-buds in the tree outside my window. I’m wonderfully happy that I can see this from my desk, but there are also certain other things I have seen that must be recorded.

I cannot make this up.

I’m doing my math homework and playing on the computer at the same time, a habit formed in my youth when I hear a dull “thwack” outside my window. Glancing up, I see nothing. As all humans, I too have been endowed with peripheral vision, albeit 40/50. And therefore I do remember seeing a gray blob whiz past my window while bumping against it. But because I’m busy not caring, I shrug and go back to “work”.

It happens again, and this time I hear a slight squeak accompanying the dull noise, and think I see a fluffy tail. At this point I’m intrigued. Maybe, I think, one of my strange friends has gotten it into his/her head to throw rocks against my window until it gets my attention/until it breaks. But looking out, no one is there. I sit down once more and give a good glance at my window when it happens a third time. I distinctly remember seeing a squirrel outside my window. Complete with bushy tail and panicky eyes, the squirrel, in fetal position (or I think it is a squirrelly version of it) bounces (thwack) against my window then off onto the ground. Giving a glance outside I see three squirrels twitching.

I’m slightly worried. If squirrels can get head trauma this explains why the ones outside my house act so nuts, if you will. But I wonder whether somehow they find pleasure in this—rather masochistic, if I do say so myself—act. Because it’s become rather frequent as of late.

I’m also afraid that a butterfly will come in so I’m forever on the lookout, though I let my guard down at night, which isn’t good. My neighbor’s completely-black cat, with it’s creepy-so-green-it-glows-in-the-dark eyes, decides to perch about and stare at me through my window at around that time just so I can get really terrified.