Worked this morning.

Came home to two squirrels sitting on my kitchen table.
Commence freaking out (them, not me) and stalking with broom-like weapons (that would be me).
One ran upstairs and was cornered by Punkin (my eldest cat) in my bedroom closet.  No idea where the other one went, hopefully out one of the doors I had open.  Freed the one upstairs by removing the screen in my closet window and closing the squirrel inside the closet, sans Punkin.  Funniness.

They ate threw the tin foil that I covered my dish of melting chocolate.  Claw marks in chocolate, trashed now.

They'll be back, and we can't figure out how they got in.  Chimney is closed; dryer vent is screened; no windows without screens (though a few in my kitchen have to be replaced as the squirrels tried to chew their way through them to get out of the house).  Attic is sealed up too.  I can't figure it out.  Two of them, even.

And that's my big excitement.
I was a ninja with the squirrels, though... ya'll shoulda seen me.
Good night.