Stuart the Squirrel

Being in the small city of Rexburg, there is not very many things to do sometimes unless you have a car. Sitting so often in the living room in my dorm, I met a friend. This friend is definitely no ordinary friend, mostly because he can't talk, can't walk on two feet, and his diet pretty much consists entirely of nuts (of every kind). Stuart is what I named him and he is a squirrel. I decided that I would be nice and occasionally feed him pistachios that my mom sent me in the mail. I figured he would need them for the winter time. I am pretty sure he enjoyed them very much because I found the remnants of the pistachios all over the sidewalk outside our dorm. It was fun doing this! So, the other day my roommate Brooklyn left for her class and attempted to shut the door behind her, but wasn't very successful because our door is a little bit stubborn at times and in stead of it shutting, it stayed open about a foot to a foot and a half. About 2 minutes or so after she left I walked out of our room to get something in the kitchen and I see the door open. I stare at it for a second until something else caught my eye. A movement under our kitchen table. STUART! Stuart was under our kitchen table nibbling on a cracker. I thought to myself  "Who do you think you are?" or as Camila would say it, "What the heck in the whole world" haha So I stood right there so scared. I didn't know what to do, but I think it was as scared as I was because it left less than a minute later. I slammed the door behind him and that was the END of our friendship!