Squirrelisms

Michelle — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 03:52:41 +0000

After volunteering today (I’m back on Fridays!), I walked to the bus stop and witnessed a black squirrel getting hit by a car. It wasn’t ‘flatten’ on the road (I believe it just got hit, so not run over) and another black squirrel darts out to where the injured/potentially dead squirrel was and started running around it’s fallen friend and once in a while was nudging the squirrel.

A man came along and saw the squirrel (injured/potentially dead) and the other squirrel (running around and nudging the injured squirrel). He picked up a few sticks on the grass near the side walk and went over to where the two squirrels and the non-injured squirrel stopped running and let the man pick up the injured one with the sticks and followed the man as he brought the injured squirrel over to the grass by the sidewalk and placed the squirrel in the shade. The man set the sticks down and continued on his way down the sidewalk. The non-injured squirrel continued to run around and nudge the injured once and was still doing that when I got onto the bus.

So, Mr. (Mrs. or Miss?) Squirrel (the non running one) I hope you’re okay. If not, I hope your buddy has stopped running around you by now.

Michelle & Edgar – A (Very) Short Story of Betrayal and Forgiveness

Michelle — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 23:00:53 +0000

In my rush this morning, I was running late for my bio lab (read: quiz) and I ended up nearly treading right onto something black. I stopped, paused, and looked down only to see a small furry black ball that was kind of just… there. I knew I hadn’t stepped on it so I gave it a slightly nudge on it’s side with my shoe and then the squirrel uncurls itself and it was Edgar (the friendly black tail-less squirrel that occasionally harasses me in the primitive teaching garden at my school). He started acting a little out of character (he was perhaps glaring at me…) then I murmured a quick apology and went to class. Sometime around noon, I had gone and gotten a bagel for breakfast (yes, at around noon) then I went and ripped a small piece off and left it onto one of the benches. I stepped back a few feet and then Edgar comes running over, jumps onto the park bench, sniffs it, picks it up and shoves the entire piece into his mouth. He looks over at me, tilts his head a little, wiggles his hands a bit as he ran a paw through the fur on the top of his head and he went off. I’d like to think that he has forgiven me for his near-death experience.

I hope everyone had a good Tuesday. Mine’s been very… long. And hectic. And full of near-death experiences (for Edgar) (and it was only once).

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Squirrelisms

Michelle & Edgar – A (Very) Short Story of Betrayal and Forgiveness