squirrelly.
Things have been a bit squirrelly in my world lately. And I mean that both literally and metaphorically. Let me explain. (Or to quote The Princess Bride, "No, there is too much; let me sum up.") (By the way, one way Merriam-Webster defines "squirrelly" is "lacking stability or control." Keep that in mind.) Three months ago, a squirrel infiltrated our home while we were out of town for a week. When we got home, there was an ominous, large, damp yellow spot on our living room ceiling. We also heard skittering up there. We called a pest control guy to check in out, but he said there was no way a squirrel could have gotten in the space between our bedroom floor and living room ceiling. Could be mice, he said. The next day (which was a Sunday, meaning a day that's harder to call for help to fix things like plumbing or pest issues), Glenn decided he was going to cut into the ceiling to investigate the water spot. "But Glenn," I said, "if y...