What looks to be a scene from West Side Story is actually the ruckus that's been going on at the back door all morning. At first I played along and opened the door every five minutes so that Stewey could chase the poor thing out into the yard, but then I realized that I am a GROWN-A** WOMAN AND I DON'T NEED TO GET INVOLVED IN PLAYGROUND POLITICS ON A PERFECTLY LOVELY TUESDAY!
Stewey is not normally known for his "manliness", and I'm surprised that he hasn't turned around and said "Mo-ther. That thing quite disgusts me and I don't wish to look at it. Won't you please shoo it away for me?" So I suppose that I am a bit proud that my little boy might just have some testosterone in him after all.
I have no intention of getting anywhere near it, however, since, in the words of our girl Carrie Bradshaw: "Yeah, it's a squirrel, but aren't they just rats with cuter outfits?"