Thursday, October 4, 2018

The Blair Squirrel Project

Two weeks ago a squirrel appeared on the railing of the porch at my new job. It stood there, clutching its tiny hands over its chest, chattering and letting out a pained squirrel scream every minute or so. Was it hurt? Was it a mother squirrel whose baby squirrel was missing? Was it the soul of a condemned human spirit forever doomed to travel the world in the body of a black squirrel, unable to communicate with the humans around him? On Friday, the same squirrel appeared on a branch outside my 2nd-storey office window. It stared into my office, screaming at me. When I went to the window it scampered up the branch, then turned to watch me, as if I was supposed to follow. I think I’m living the opening of a horror movie. If I should happen to disappear, please tell the police about the screaming squirrel.

7 comments:

  1. Sounds like the squirrels, like the whales and mice in Hitchhiker's Guide, are trying to warn us of the coming apocalypse. Maybe you should climb that tree?

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  2. Try to leave a trail of peanuts so that we can find you (or your remains).

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  3. I think you're safe. But I'm scared for the squirrel.

    (I'm forever enchanted by squirrels - we don't have them, of course).

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  4. Poor squirrel.

    And Mali -- they are not that wonderful. Think large rats with bushy tails.

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  5. Mali, you don't have squirrels?? Just so you know, they never walk. They always do a leaping run. That is, when they're not standing outside Sabine's window, screaming.

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  6. Should we call the police and tell them about the screaming squirrel?

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