The Call: Inquisitive Red Squirrel — Cheryl I glanced out the window and caught this little guy popping out of the snow to have a look around. It took more than a minute or two to satisfy his curiosity. Once he was good to go, he headed back down under.

The Response: Shocking Pink Glove — Cheryl Bridget’s orthodontist appointment today meant that I had to leave the house. It was toasty in the car, but my colorful gloves were handy when I had to step out of it into the air that registered right around zero degrees on the thermometer.