If you knew my history, you would understand why blogging about squirrels seems normal for me. I have a history of squirrel encounters going back to my college days. There was the whole biting incident on campus (Ashlee and I were both victims), and there was the squirrel who came down the chimney in our house. (We are still peeved that animal control would not help us get him OUT of the house, but that is another blog.) I have just always had something against squirrels. I'm not sure why, but I'm sure my shrink could get back to me on that (if I had one....Mel, will you be my shrink?) and there would be an incident in my childhood that it all goes back to.
Today was no different. Boo and I ventured to the park on our blessed walk/exercise/cardio workout. It was a beautiful day....cool, crisp air, a slight wind, the sun was setting, the leaves were rustling and crunching under our feet, and the colors of fall invited us to just take it all in and enjoy. And what a walk it was! As we made the turn around the other side of the park, we entered the walnut zone. The nuts have been falling for weeks, and they are everywhere on the pavement. Boo wanted to inspect them closer, so we stopped for a moment to let him peruse. Suddenly something whizzed by mere inches from my head and hit the ground. A walnut! And another and another. I jumped out the way and looked up. High in the tree sat an evil, saddistic brown squirrel who was getting his laughs throwing walnuts at me! Like what are the chances that he was launching nuts at the very moment I stood there? Make no mistake, it was intentional!!!
Now many of you may think I am taking this a tad bit too personally, but you haven't walked in my shoes or come home to find a squirrel making himself at home in your dining room. So no, you wouldn't understand this. You wouldn't feel this same level of bitterness that I live with, day in and day out. But I won't judge you for you ignorance.