I woke up this morning to something very unfamiliar. It was the sound of a summer storm, complete with thunder, lightning and rain. My first thought was of things left outside that should have been brought in, the next was that whatever it was could dry off. I went out to the screened-in porch, my glasses quickly steaming up before I could even glimpse my surroundings. I sat on a rocker, gazing out at the hanging Spanish moss, enjoying the only sounds: the steady rain and the cries of the gulls. Then I saw a surprising sight. No, not an alligator, which I worried about from time to time. I really don't think there are any around here. The kids have been to the Serpentarium, and surely they would have told us if they learned about those creatures roaming this island. What I saw was an old familiar buddy. A squirrel bounding down one tree, across the yard, and up another. Just like at home. But without the tomatoes.