Friends have asked how to mark the squirrel's passing. I will be honest: I had not planned to mark it at all. He was, after all, the agent of my disfigurement. But Gerda points out, with some justice, that he was also the only one of us in this story who paid for it with his life.

I am, therefore, after some consideration, opening this page for tributes. You may visit the homage page and leave a few words for Bartholomew. There are no rules. He was a small creature with unusual circumstances; let your tribute reflect that.

I will read every one. Gerda will read them too, and probably edit some silently in her head, but she will not say so.