The squirrels in my neighborhood are crazy. It’s like they have a death wish or something. We’ll be driving around and all of a sudden one will come dashing out from the side of the road. Mary will slam on the brakes to try not to hit it, and the furry little bastard will turn around and run back where he was. We think he’s back on the side of the road and start moving again, and he’ll come dashing back out again!
You do your best to avoid them, because they don’t know any better, but occasionally you crush one, and you end up feeling awful for killing him. What can you do, though?
One day we were driving through the subdivision and saw a hawk carrying one off. That’s kind of disconcerting, because you try your best not to kill them only to have a hungry hawk say "ooh! dinner!" and swoop in fo the kill. On the one hand, you know that’s what hawks do: they have to eat and you can’t go out to the store and buy Purina Hawk Chow (which would probably be squirrel flavored). On the other hand, you feel bad for the squirrel.
Because, let’s face it: they’re kind of cute. They’d make cute pets, if they weren’t wild animals.
Christine is the host of Simply Six Minutes.