So this morning, my coworker stopped by to borrow some hot chocolate. "You look tired," she said, and I was just in the middle of explaining why when, out in the hallway, we heard a little shriek, and then silence.
Obviously, we stopped talking and ran out to the hallway to see what was going on.
My boss was out there, completely and understandably freaked out because a squirrel had climbed the ivy and run in her second-story window, jumping over my boss's shoulder to run around on her desk.
When I got there, she was in the hallway, the door to her office was mostly but not entirely closed, and the window was only open a crack, not enough for the (also freaked-out) squirrel to get out. A small crowd had gathered.
Turns out, nothing wakes me up like a wildlife-related crisis in the office. I walked into my boss's office, closed the door behind me, opened the window wide, the squirrel went out the window again as fast as possible, and I closed the window.
Grateful boss, impressed coworkers, overly-pleased-with-herself me.
I feel that my boss will keep her screen closed from here on out.
Of course, squirrels are the kind of wildlife us city-slickers are used to. When she's got a black bear (heck, or even black flies) in her office, I will be powerless.