This is Tony. Shawn and I have enjoyed feeding him and watching him bury nuts while we sit on Poopsie's porch. Tragically, we were also housing him.

Oh Tony! You of the chewing, chewing, chewing. The squabbles we could hear you having with the rest of the family at a point in our roof where we seriously thought you guys were just hanging out. Shawn and I were in doubt, big time. We never thought you could so successfully gnaw at the house to create not one, but FOUR very large holes. I know you need someplace warm to go, but not in a place where you could potentially gnaw through the electric cords and burn my house down. Oh, and I'm scared that large volumes of your poo will rain down on my head someday while I'm watching the Gilmore Girls.
This little guy is Itchy and Scratchy. He came out of one of the squirrel holes, too! We're so happy he decided to come out because he wakes me up every night with his, "scratch, scratch, gnnnnaaawwww" I always role over, poke Shawn, and say, "Is it inside?" See, because we thought we found his little hole. And Shawn always says, "nooooooo, it's outside." I think to make me feel better and also so that he can go back to sleep. Once again, visions of poop dance through my head.
Ok, so this is home ownership.