Most Puzzling.

[roseembolism]

I feel like a homeowner, who looks out the window to find his garden is covered in squirrels. Dozens upon dozens of squirrels. Dozens of cute, fuzzy, perky, bushy tailed squirrels, dancing, chttering in chorus, running around in rings, balancing on the end of the bean poles, and juggling nuts between them.

The question is not so much "What should I do", as "Why?"