There I was, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for some code to check itself in, then I noticed the squirrel. He was scuttling up the Bank of America tower located just outside the apartment. I have diddled the image a bit. You can see him enlarged in the inset on the upper left, gazing up at the tower above him. 

If you look very carefully at the middle balcony, you can see him resting on the hand rail. The really funny thing about it is that I regularly see people traipsing up the tower only to discover it's shut off right where the squirrel's taking a rest. Typically, there's some eager beaver up front on the way up enthusiastically looking forward to a magnificent view of the fair town of Celebration. Typically, there's some not so eager beaver trailing behind on the way up and leading the way on the way down, looking much more cheerful.

As Mr Bennet so rightly observed, "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?"