“HE CLIMBED, jumped from branch to branch, then onto the roof. He hopped to the skylight over the kitchen table, slid spread-eagled on the glass until he was directly above the family eating pizza. Salivating, he gazed at the mushrooms and pepperoni, the oozing cheese, until his shadow caused the mother to look up. She screamed and he ran back to the tree. His wife greeted him with an acorn. “Tom, you’ve got to stop.”