FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF INCONSEQUENTIAL FACTS DEPARTMENT: due to an odd architectural quirk, my apartment has two entirely separate climatic zones. One, encompassing my bedroom, my roommate's bedroom, the kitchen and the living room, would be best described as "temperate". The other, consisting of the bathroom and the pantry, would fall somewhere on the "subtropical-to-tropical". Apparently, the heating vents in those rooms are on some kind of heating-duct steroids. This is insane. Last night I walked into the pantry and - God as my witness - there was a lemur trying to steal my Ritz crackers. A damn lemur.