If I go running I sometimes see her. She holds on to a tree upside down, with her tail in the air, looking at me. I stop and she skilfully turns to the other side of the tree, out of my view. I follow her around the tree. When I try to outsmart her by changing the direction, she decides she’s not up for games. I’m disappointed as I watch her go. She elegantly waves her tail at me in her dramatic exit.