Squirrels

A brief history... When I was 8 or so my dad found a squirrel that had fallen out of its nest and to make a long story short we ended up keeping Sammy until he died. He was the best pet ever! LOL. So needless to say I have a soft spot for squirrels.

Since then most of my experiences with squirrels have been...well, squirrely. And I've had really interesting encounters. These events are probably on the same level as the events that always are there but you never realize until something happens and then you have a heightened sense of awareness. Once, while taking a three hour night class I took a break and witnessed a dive bombing squirrel go all kamikaze. I heard a whole bunch of rustling in the tree, a couple o' nuts rain down from the trees followed by the squirrel itself. It bounced three times not a foot from my feet before running back up a tree. I've never seen such resilience in an animal.

Coincidentally, the school I attend has an albino squirrel for a mascot. Technically had, since last semester the white squirrel met its end to a hungry owl. Evolutionarily speaking it was destined to happen. Seriously, an owl hunting at night? Will it see the white or dark brown squirrel first. Anywho, it was sad and the campus community seriously came out and mourned for this squirrel. An albino squirrel, to my knowledge, hasn't been seen since. But the legacy does live on in a couple of campus "clubs."

So this brings me to a couple days ago when I was running late and and had to take my blueberry bagel on the run with me to school. In my walk to the lab I walk under a 5 yard stretch of trees where the sidewalk constantly looks like a nut graveyard. I've never really thought about the implications before....Mainly being a lot of fucking squirrels in the tree above me watching me come and go to school every morning. So apparently these squirrels really like blueberry bagels because all of a sudden I was attacked. I had to pick up my pace just to make it out alive. Then when I get to the street there are seriously two squirrels "waiting" for me and they gave me what I can describe as chilling.

I'll never take a bagel into their trees again. Beware the cracked out squirrels.

B