I’m nap-trapped, so let’s talk about squirrels. How in the name of any good birdwatcher can I keep squirrels from feasting on my birdseed? It’s been a problem so much so that they take naps on the window sill from the food coma they imposed on themselves.

And the mess? THE MESS. There’s birdseed everywhere. Rats joined the party a week into the inauguration of the birdfeeder. But you know what’s worse? Being nap-trapped and needing to go to the toilet. I look outside and the squirrels smirk. Bastards.

Naps. I love naps. They can be short and sweet, but also long, too long, and self-deprecating. But this post isn’t about the act of napping itself but what comes after it. This post is perhaps an ode to the drowsiness, the sore eyes, the dry mouth, and the headache. The same eyes and head that wanted a bit of rest are now playing revenge? Why? Yes, I know, sleep cycles, REMs and all that jazz. But come on! I just wanted to feel refreshed like a lettuce,* and get my day moving! Sometimes I hate naps.

*when the Portuguese wake up from a nap feeling refreshed, they say “I feel as fresh as a lettuce.” The things you learn on this pointless blog.