A bajillion squirrels trespass into my backyard every day and my dog goes bat shit crazy trying to protect her space. So much so that when she sees one through a window she attempts to jump through the pane of glass. The squirrels are smart because they live in a network of trees, but that doesn't stop my dog from leaping as if her spring can propel her thirty feet in the air. It's clear that when she dreams she's chomping on bushy tail, but sadly she'll never catch a squirrel in real life. It's impossible. Well, maybe not impossible, but improbable. It's as improbable as me typing the word barrette right now, which I now realize is a terrible example.