To sniff, or not to sniff, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Squeaks and Scampers of outrageous Squ*rrels,
Or to take Paws against a Scent of Varmints,
And by opposing end them: to sniff, to chase
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The chasing, and the thousand Natural squ*rrels
That the Park is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To sniff to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream
... to Dream of Squ*rrels and the chase!

Dad: with apologies to Mr W Shakespooch!