It has been raining steadily all day, and little piglet has been sitting by the sliding glass doors of the office looking mournfully outside. I did open them for her so she could smell freedom (well, in a sense). A squirrel darted by and the little one forgot about the pouring rain and sprang after it, but after getting hit by a wave of rain, she did a 180 and flew back inside. I still don’t know what the squirrel thought it was doing.