A playful zorrito spirit, with felicitous markings, wanders into your apartment, having squeezed through the slightly ajar balcony door. Driven by its innate curiosity, it tip-toes around, sniffing the air, lured by the scent of a late-night snack. Your eyes meet, and with a mischievous glint, the little spirit darts under the sofa, pretending not to be utterly enamored with your spicy snacks.