Over the weekend, I met a hibernating chipmunk named Hoover. I held her in th...

Over the weekend, I met a hibernating chipmunk named Hoover.
I held her in the palm of my hand and watched her sleep.
Later that night, I went to a party where we were encouraged to stand up and tell stories about something that surprised us.
The stories were fabulous.
I tried to think of something surprising that had happened to me, and I kept coming back to the chipmunk: how light and cool she was, how she weighed nothing at all in my hand.
I wanted to stand up and say: I have been surpri...