Harry Has Cabin Fever

It’s cold outside. Really, really, really, really cold. So cold you can see your breath. So cold you can’t feel your nose or your ears. Or your antennae.

Sometimes when it’s this cold, it snows—and that can be a lot of fun. You can make a snowman or have a snowball fight. But it hasn’t snowed this year. It’s just been too cold to go outside.

It seems like forever since I went outside. Every day I’m inside playing board games, watching TV, putting together puzzles and playing Wii. But I’m tired of all of that. I’m tired of looking at the walls.

I told Woody the Termite how I was feeling and he said I was “stir crazy.” He said that it’s a special kind of crazy that means you’re tired of being cooped up indoors all the time. He might be right. But I don’t feel crazy. I feel sick.

According to Luckie the Ladybug, I have a condition called “cabin fever.” It’s a fever that doesn’t show up on a thermometer. But you still feel bummed out all the time. The only cure is warm weather and sunshine.

That sounds right. Oh well, warmer weather will come soon enough. If I could survive my first winter as a baby in an egg, then I can handle this. I’ll just bundle up in my Snuggie and watch some TV until it’s warm outside again.