Chasing Tail
One thing I have noticed about New England is the abundance of squirrels. Nice big plump gray ones with big bushy tails. I’m sure you’ve seen just the kind I mean. But what I like most about them is just how nervous and twitchy they are. They always look right about on the edge of a panic attack… which as the universal gray meat squib on the bottom of the food chain, is probably a good idea. For some reason though, I sometimes don’t think they are quite paranoid enough.
Sometimes I think it would be rather fun to chase them. I don’t think I’m the only one who has thought this, but I could be wrong. I mean, look at them, they might be skittish, but they seem to have lost some of that healthy run in terror attitude about people.
I’m pretty sure a lumbering two legged demon that can climb tree making a mad dash for them would make squirrels a little more sly and ready to defend against other predators. Either that or I will be that jerk in the newspaper who is the headline story for getting rabbies by chasing the wrong meat squib.
