I sing the blanket electric...
No, I don't think so.

You know, I bitch about the house falling apart and the front yard full of crabgrass, but I'm quite lucky to have neighbors with engine-driven toys.

I have a nice roaring fire going, and the smell of woodsmoke throughout the house...and the smoke. (Not that bad, but every once in a while a coal gets outside the suck zone of the chimney.) When I first went down to get wood, I found a wee dead mousie on top of the woodpile, just under the window. There was mousie crap on the sill. All I can think about was the poor little guy being trapped there, staring out at the freedom he'd never again know, until he starved to death and went 'plonk' off the sill and onto the wood. I gave him a proper burial in that place he longed to be. Big ass pile of snow on the side of the house. Maybe some other hungry creature will find the mousickle and not starve this winter. Or maybe he'll defrost and I'll step in him in the spring.