Never Trust a Squirrel.
“Momma…look what we caught!” washing the spinach I turn off the water. With seven kids they have all caught their fair share of frogs, toads, snakes, bugs, turtles (my personal favorite) and more wild rabbits then I care to think about. I dry my hands on the dish towel, leaving it on the counter I walk outside.
At first it’s cute and I turn back in to grab my camera.
It’s little bushy tail and tiny little body…it’s paws have a cute little humanesque quality.
We sang happy songs about these things in preschool…
“…grey squirrel grey squirrel shake your bushy tail…’
But the more I look deep into it’s little almond eyes I think I see it it calculating where my jugular is and how to claw it out….or at least that was what I was reading out of it’s darty murderous eyes.
But no it couldn’t be…. the sweet children’s song tells me otherwise...”shake your bushy tail…”
Then I realize, what are the chances that even all seven of my kids could corner a baby squirrel… something is off on this equation!!!
Then Ash yells, “Look Momma it has really grabby hands, ” looking up I see this mini beast trying to claw at Yen’s pant leg, I can only imagine to cut injure her feet so she can’t out run him…right?!
Crouching down for the little things’ first photo shoot…I realize it may have been related to Gotti or maybe Manson…someone scary for sure. This cute baby squirrel changed , in my mind from cute to …. rabid wormy bushy tailed rat in an instant!
Okay so it actually looked really healthy…maybe too healthy… and way to smart and calculating in the eyes…
I made the kids take it into the field, leave it and run…
“Run fast enough that it can’t track your scent! Jump while you run so you don’t leave a trail! Never catch a squirrel again….they are just rats with a good P.R. campaign.”