the prisoner of Glenda

I've been stuck indoors for ages.  Glenda is on guard duty, preventing me from venturing out into the garden.  The look is enough.

I've been wondering why.  Then it becomes crystal.  She's working with the squirrel.  She's keeping me pinned in here while he finishes digging up the Spring bulbs we planted.  I see him and bang on the window.  

He saunters off - he knows I'm not coming out - and settles on top of the bird house, looking at me.  "He's thumbing his nose at you" says Anniemay.

I can't really see at this distance.  It might be his thumb.