Mama, make him stop!
It's always the same when I arrive on the scene after the squeaking has stopped. Two weasels, usually slightly tousled, stare at me demanding that I Fix It. The difficulty is, I cannot tell the difference between weasel for "he's sleeping in my bed and when I tried to make him move he screamed rude things at me!" and "I was just sleeping and then suddenly he was biting my head!"