Here you see my resident birdseed gobbler just after he's lost his grip on the feeder. It took him all of 45 seconds to get back on the house and continue emptying it out. And because of the plastic film on the windows (which also creates the smeary-filter effect in this image), I can't even pound on the glass anymore to try to frighten him off. Now I have to bang the back door--which gets old after ten or fifteen rounds.
Of course--because it's Sunday night--this slipping squirrel is also a pretty fit image of what my intellectual life feels like right this second.