This one isn't a sculpture - it's very much alive, chewing through the wood that the rain barrel is resting on, and periodically stopping to scratch its fleas. I will be glad when this three day weekend is over, and there are people around again other than squirrels to talk to (that last comment is, of course, unfair. A neighbor came over to introduce himself this evening, and we had an instructive conversation about black mold. I have my suspicions: the last time that I had allergies like I currently do was in Murray Hall). Or maybe I'm allergic to squirrels?