Visitor

... but the plant was dead, and so the squirrel continued his journey.

Seriously, I feel really bad not letting in that furry little thing when it's sitting there right outside my window, looking right at me, shivering in the cold. But maybe it's just shivering with excitement, wanting to play pingpong. And that's something I couldn't help the poor thing with anyway. So I guess it's best this way.