Life's a Beach

January 22, 2007 - Something squirrely this way comes

Last Sunday, I was relaxing in the quiet of the morning on my sofa, delicious cafe mocha in one hand and newspaper in the other. It was a beautiful morning and the sun had done its stretch and yawn about an hour earlier. The utterly perfect balance of quiet calm and waking world had lulled me into a semi-lucid state of "zoning". That perfect balance was about to be completely shattered, and almost literally so.

The glass sliding door which was so close to me that I could reach out and touch it was suddenly being battered and rammed with maniacal intent. I was shocked by the intrusion and jumped as I thought surely someone was throwing rocks at the glass. I looked, but initially saw nothing. Then something on the ground caught my eye. It was a squirrel! A kamikaze squirrel, turning itself into a squirrelly battering ram, hurling itself again and again into my glass door! The little guy hit with such force that I thought he MUST lose consciousness at any moment, but he would just back up, gather himself, and run once more headlong into the pane. I just sat there, my mouth hanging open, looking at this fella so intent on gaining entry into my home. What could he possibly want so badly on my side of things? Did he party just a bit too much the night before? Was he pissed off that I had a whole can of Planters Nuts at my disposal while he has to collect and bury, collect and bury? Was I on Candid Camera?

I will never know. The last time he slammed into the glass, his front claws pounded a few times on the glass in apparent frustration and then he was off. Gone. No explanation at all.

How rude.

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