I hate to admit it, but I flipped the fuck out. I have accepted the destruction of my living room furniture. The couch is stained, the tables are scratched, and the carpet is gross. But my kitchen table? I just wasn't ready for it to be ruined. I took it very hard.
On Friday we went out to the back yard to play. While sitting on my lovely swing, I noticed that little pieces of wood were scattered across the top of the play-set. My eyes followed the trail of wood shavings to the top of the clubhouse. A fucking squirrel has been gnawing the shit out of our fabulous, high quality, still-isn't-completely-paid-for swing set. I just wanted to cry...