I get home today after doing some errands and I open the fridge to see that the light is out. It also didn’t seem as cold as it usually is. I start thinking the fridge died when I go upstairs and see that everything is off. There’s no power in the house.

I noticed a dead squirrel right in front of our driveway when I got home. It didn’t look run over so I thought that was odd.

A half hour or so later and the power comes back on, I see a PSE & G truck stop by our house, move the squirrel and then continue down the street. Dad gets home and confirms my suspicion, “That squirrel is burnt to a crisp!” Son bitch must have done something stupid to the transformer on the pole right next to the house and payed dearly for it. Dead before he hit the ground.