I was cooking eggs on a recent Friday morning when the lights went out. First a boom! and then darkness. In the sudden quiet, we walked out to the road, where a squirrel lay stiff and dying under the transformer. A few neighbors came out, and we all stood around looking at the corpse. This is the third time it’s happened in recent years. Someone cracked a joke about making gumbo as we wondered how long it was going to take to get the lines fixed. I nudged the squirrel with my foot, but it was