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?
