I was turning into my neighborhood the other day when a squirrel ran across the street in front of my car so I stomped on the brakes to let the little fella get passed.
As I was about to push down on the accelerator, another squirrel appeared from the brush and made the dash across the street only he was followed by another one , two, three, four, five, six... SEVEN... EIGHT!
That's right eight friggin' squirrels all ran across the street in one lot.
I feared they might be copycat rodents trying to take a page out of the book these Russians wrote.
But then I remembered Charlie from last summer and I can't imagine that guy wilding about the 'hood.
I find the things a mild nuisance, especially when they are looting the bird seed from my feeders or trying to burrow into my attic's crawl space, but for the most part I feel I have a harmonious relationship with those guys.
But I have found that most people either love them or hate them.
How about you?
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In college, my nickname was Squirrel because a flying squirrel flew into my room on my first night on campus. That's where the "squirrel" comes from in redsquirrel. I guess I'll vote in favor of the nasty rodents.
I think they were setting up a carjacking before they realized you were a punk rocker and decided to flee the scene for fear of getting a taste of your brass knuckles.
I always like a little squirrel!
You know my feelings. Drowning's too good for 'em.
By the way, have you seen this? http://www.amazon.com/Punk-Rock-Dad-Rules-Just/dp/006114875X
Stumbled across it while trying to track you down. I'm currently in Californi-eye with the family.
JP
My husband's favorite t-shirt has a picture of a squirrel holding a baseball bat, with a pile of acorns behind him, and in big letters it says "PROTECT YOUR NUTS."
The mere existence of this t-shirt makes me love squirrels.
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