As soon as I saw the squirrel in our front yard, I knew something was wrong. It wasn't acting...squirreley enough. It wasn't darting around, looking furtive and plotting the moves on my newly-planted tulip bulbs. Nope. It was hunched up and moving slowly away from its tree.
In retrospect, I believe it was sick or wounded.
Anyway, I saw the squirrel meandering through our yard and thought, "That just doesn't look right to me." (That's me, stuffed full of prescience!) And then promptly forgot all about the little bugger.
The next day, Thing2 and I were watering potted flowers and pulling weeds in the front flowerbeds. Thing2 wandered off near the tree and I began to hear snatches of her one-sided sing-song conversation:
"Squirrley-squirrel... nappy nappy nappy. Shhhhhhh, Mr. Squirrel. Nap, nap, nap."
Uh-oh.
So I rounded the tree and found Thing2 petting the dead, decomposing carass of Mr. Squirrel!
Shhhhhh. Nappy nap, Mr. Squirrel.
1 comment:
He was just tired.
......
Of living!!!
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