Yesterday I was walking on my way to the train, and I passed a squirrel who was tripping over itself trying to run with a plastic bag between its teeth. Instantly visions of birds choked by 6-pack holders and sea turtles strangled by plastic bags flashed to my mind. I chased the squirrel away, which meant that in order to move, he had to drop the bag. I picked up the bag and shimmied the half-eaten long john out onto the ground, all while the squirrel clung to the tree at eye-level and watched me work. I left the long john on the ground for the squirrel (which might end up being more detrimental for the squirrel than the plastic, but whatever) and went on my way to find a dumpster to throw the bag into. But I swear, the expression on the little squirrel’s face said, “*$#&%!”
I’m really glad it wasn’t an attack squirrel.
(Especially since some of his brothers already ravaged my pumpkin.)
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Squirrels got our pumpkins too!
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