We were working on putting the finishing touches to the basement when the lights flickered on and off then ....pzzt darkness befell us.

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There was a power cut I called into to NB Power to report an outage. We sat on the deck enjoy our enforced break and I took advantage of the dire situation and used my Kelly Kettle to knock up a quick brew... Really impressed Julie with my emergency preparedness. The NB power truck turned up and and the girls went outside to the front to watch the fuss. SHOCK HORROR it was a squirrel who caused the power cut! The conversation went something like this.

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"What colour is the squirrel is it red or grey?" (daughter asks NB power man),

NB Power man answers ..."I dont know, but It is black now!" (he missed of the crispy bit of the description).

Sadness decends,  OMG it could be Rusty our relatively tame Red Squirrel who eats out of your hand We know the cable was one of Rusty's routes across all the drive ways.

 Rusty in winter (well April) ahhh isnt he cute?

(actually it is a she, I checked when it crawled up the screen in front of me )

Jokes about roasted nuts do not go down well. Or my remarks about terrorists training suicide squirrels to sabotage the decadent Western electrical supply.

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Anyway today I call home to let them know I am still alive in Montreal, and the first thing I hear is that Rusty is alive and well. It serves that other squirrel right for using Rusty's route   Women are soooooo weird.