This picture is dedicated to
squeeky and her recent run-in with the little creatures. The first house I had lived in after moving to canada, we had squirrels in the attics that would scare me until I realized it was just their home. One day I got enough courage to crawl up the stairs on the side of my closet, and peak into the attic. It was rather creepy, but very serene. It almost felt like an untouched and forgotten part of the 95 year old house. I don't miss the wierd noises at night though, it can get rather irritant when you're young and trying to sleep, alone, in a new country, in a house with long corridors and parents are quite a walk away. Add the fact that my room was the only room with an access to the attic via my closet, it creeped me out plenty of times that something up there was coming down. In someways, me peeking into that world actually made me feel safer, atleast knowing what was there ( as creepy as it may be ) allowed me to realized it was no longer just an unknown imaginary spot above me.