Chatter and scraping wake me. As I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I hear scratching, scampering, and scolding voices on my front porch.
Scratch, scratch … BANG! CRASH! CLUMP!
Alarmed, I rush to the door
Chaos greets me there
Plants and soil strewed about
A grey squirrel scampers off
Sighing, I go and try to salvage the geraniums. I put the dirt and geraniums back into their pots, set them back where they belong, grab a broom, and sweep the front porch. Those mischevious squirrels had better not return tomorrow.