Because when I asked her, she just ignored me. So, I took it upon myself to open the door and let in the little chipmunk. The chipmunk smelled pretty horribly, like he had been sipping on that old bottle of whiskey and threw up all day long, and then laid in it while he ate acorns into oblivion. He somehow dragged himself in, though -- got to hand it to him.
Finally she couldn't resist and took my hat off, seeing the two pieces of cheese I had stored in my hair for my snack later on. The chipmunk snapped out of oblivion and jumped onto my head, digging madly through my hair to find the cheese. He just yanked hair out as though it were threads on an old jacket, where once you start to pull, the whole thing comes unravelled.
-- that is the reason I have balding spots on my head.