I went to check it out and found a swarm of
They were brandishing plastic cocktail swords like so many furious, furry, Lilliputians.
They demanded the sweater, which they intended to use as a flag, or to line their nests. I'm not really sure. I don't speak squirrel.
It was so frightening I started to swoon and dropped the sweater.
The pirate squirrels snatched it up and began retreating back across the yard.
Just at that moment Samson and Baru appeared, drawn by the commotion.
Samson cried, "Fear not, fair lady! I shall retrieve the Alpha's sweater for you!" and charged into the yard barking like a crazy puppy.
Baru said, "I will make sure there aren't more under the bed!" and ran upstairs, barking over his shoulder for good measure.
The pirate squirrels were so scared at the sight of Samson barreling down on them that they dropped the sweater and fled.
Samson returned it to me unharmed (aside from a little slobber). But then I had to spend an hour untangling the balls of yarn that were attached to it.
It is so comforting to know my knitting and I are well protected.
What? You don't believe me? Well, it could happen.
On the other hand, it is more likely that what has happened is a plain stockinette, 51 inch chest, drop shoulder, men's sweater isn't such good blog fodder.
At least, not once you're past the complicated ribbing.